Daffodils and Valentines
I remember a cold February day,
The wind was blowing in the trees
My warm blankets kept the cold at bay,
Outside, Winter still had it’s freeze
Suddenly my bed would bend,
And those heavenly sharp nails would scratch my back.
Starting my day as if to send,
Me straight back to sleep in the sack.
In my bed with comfort drifting in and out of sleep
I’d hear her echoes downstairs upon the walls
Knowing that’s it cold, I’d weep
As I’d get up after repeated calls
“Good Morning,” in that hoarse voice she’d say,
Mom was sitting in the dinning room.
Looking out across the back yard so white and gray,
She was pointing out that the daffodils are in bloom
Still in a daze, they were hard to see
This little clump of yellow hidden in the wood.
You had to look around the dogwood tree
To see just were these little flowers stood
She remarked how they were her favorite flowers
Rising though the snow like some kind of mistake.
Those yellow trumpets announcing winter’s final hours
Bursting upwards in the cold it forsakes
Sitting, slowly waking, sipping coffee, smoking, talking,
Waiting as each one of us rose for a new day.
Finding out what new trouble is waiting
Oh how I miss starting my day this way.
The daffodils start blooming around Valentines
And die around the twenty fifth
These yellow flowers remind me of the morning times
And just how much of Mom I truly miss.
Marko V. Sakal
February 14, 2002
Marko V. Sakal
Dallas, Texas
marko@y2kb.com
www.askthecomputerwizard.com
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