Biography of Daffodil Jackson
Moved to Cornwall 14 years ago.I am 60yrs old and the mother of three adult children, also grandmother to one beautiful 2yr old. I left school at the age of fifteen with no formal qualifications but have enjoyed writing verse since I was a child.
Daffodil Jackson Poems
Goodnight Mam And Dad.
We know that you are here today, Standing, arms entwined. So in love and happy Faces all unlined.
I had no way of knowing That the winds of change were blowing
With a clip round the ear And a caustic tongue, Our Mam taught the difference Between right and wrong.
In a village in a valley Is the place where I was born. Dear old Polesworth near to Tamworth Where I greeted my first dawn.
Spring green Young scene. ..
Dandelions And Daisies.
Dandelions and Daisies always make me smile, Although I know that gardeners View them as a trial. ...
I cry when I think of the lost days, Of things that were left unsaid.
Economic mayhem is what The world is suffering now, The currency confusion Causes heads of state to bow.
Keep On Trying.
Try, try and try again That's how the saying goes. And so I'll take it to my heart And will away my woes.
February In Liskeard
It's a cold, damp February morning In ancient Liskeard town. And a mist clings to the old slate walls Like a dull grey satin gown.
The mood is overcast and grey With hovering clouds of dark dismay, And teardrops fall from misty eyes Like raindrops falling from the skies.
A blackbird watches from his perch Up in the hawthorn tree,
Salute To Spring
The gaiety of spring in bloom, The greening of the trees. The heady scent of blossom Drifting on the breeze.
In a village in a valley
Is the place where I was born.
Dear old Polesworth near to Tamworth
Where I greeted my first dawn.
I close my eyes to reminisce
And the mist of memory clears.
I hear the calls of childhood friends