Reluctantly Passing The Baton Poem by B. V. Dahlen

A cobalt vase stands on the shelf
Contains a golden light
The daffodil from our back yard
Somehow it isn't right

That next year when the breezes warm,
Nudge under crystal snow
Their pushy habits send the word
That soon the world will glow

The hands that labored in the soil
So many years and planted
That score of prodding, seeking, bulbs
That make our springs enchanted

Are far from that sweet piece of ground
With bright Camellias blooming
I'll look out on a different scene
No daffodils perfuming

Whispering that spring is near
The winter soon departed
My window will not frame the scene
That long ago I started

Others will enjoy my view
Of me there'll be no traces
Those grubby fingers muddy knees
Will not fill these new spaces

But they will rise and bud and bloom
In a vista far from here
And others hearts will be stirred when
The Winter disappears