Poems
The Golden Child
“Do you like butter?” I used to say,
As I held a buttercup in a certain way,
Shining in gold, its halo of light,
How it proved this question right.
Daisy chains strung out, one by one,
Proudly worn to greet the sun,
He loves me, he loves me not,
Petal by petal, I never forgot.
Dandelion wishes made,
On days without end or shade,
Like faeries flying on the breeze,
Each moment lived with ease.
The cloud imaginings in magic skies,
Or in pursuit of butterflies,
Lying in the lush green grass,
Oh, how slowly time would pass.
Tiger lilies standing tall and strong,
Snapdragons sang us a happy song,
Silver ferns revealing to sight,
Their precious lining, ever bright.
Names for all the secret things,
Like slippery slide, and triple springs.
No matter what trials, sorrow, or pain,
Each of these memories forever remain.