Ballard Of The Daffodils Poem by Marota Aphane

I cleared a patch of land
Filled it with roses assorted
To fill my life with colour
& intoxicate the dull air with fragrance

I prayed & poured
From the depth of my heart
The living water on my rose garden
& waited wearily
To see seedlings breaking the ground
Of my mournful past

My stream of joy
Was filled to the brim
To see my fragile seedlings germinating

I summoned all the energies within
Fed & fenced my roses
With the muscles and veins of my heart
To fortify and shed them from all elements
But my heart broke still to watch
My future filled field
Withers before my tearful eyes

I gathered the last strength
& inhaled the fresh breath
Continue feeding and watering
Fragrance of colours for my tomorrow
Yet they lost their grip
On the fertile ground
Pregnant with life in abundance
& my heart staggered

With a mourning heart
I lovingly buried
My rose under the earth
& filled it with the daffodils
Passionately watered them
With the memories of my weathered roses

Then I set back
& watched with wander
As they grew
With a rampant colours
Of a beautiful life tomorrow

Then I knew
God!
This earth’s for daffodils!