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My Mother's Daffodils

  • Writer: Cherokee Publishing Club
    Cherokee Publishing Club
  • Nov 21, 2023
  • 1 min read

written by Mrs. Seals

 

The bright yellow crown welcomes me

Among the green stalks

The first blossoms of spring

An early harbinger

Remind me of so many springs before


That’s the spot,

Where they always are,

Year after year,


Here before I was born

Here before the house was ours

But always a part of our family


my great grandmother’s hands placing them in the ground

For her family, then

these same yellow faces smiling up at My mother

She watched the pop up to say hello each spring

Her daughters watch them too.

Now one watches over them each year.


When we return, my eyes go to the single place

Where they always are, will be, or have been.

A steady reminder of love.

 

Mrs. Seals is a teacher at Cherokee High.



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