My yellow daffodil opened,
Blossomed in the sun,
Shone brightly in the light
Of many a long sweet day.
She was the soft cool breeze,
The warm summer sun
That brought such pleasure
With each passing day.
But time moves in one direction,
And age doesn't come alone,
It brings decay, weakness
And many heart aches.
My daffodil came in the month
Of May and blossomed for many
Seasons but winter came after
Nearly fifteen and claimed her.
And the sadness cuts like a knife.
So sorry for your loss David. A beautiful tribute to man's and woman's best friend.
I have a dog too. The bond between man and dog is beyond description. Excellent poem
Your daffodils story is so true and full of life's truths. Your Clara's story reminded me of my neighbour's loss of German shepherd
May God provide your all peace and rest. Let Clara rest in peace.
Beautiful, heartfelt and thank you for guiding me to those and also reading my own despair
The yellow flower of sweet memories…and their fading. Thank you for sharing the memory of Clara!
but time---------heart aches' so exact depiction of path of life with gerontological problems.A great tribute to your beloved clara.
Your tribute to Clara is so beautiful. May fond memories give you comfort.
Dave, I think you would like my poem No Flowers for Father and please comment on it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry man. Cherish the good old times.