How I will miss the daffodils, that only bloom in spring,
But on this day in April I’ve come to say good-by.
Their cheerful heads are drooping. I miss their happy smiles.
Just a few still lingering, where dozens filled the space.
Yet as I sit and listen, the birds refuse to mourn.
Perhaps they know the hidden bulbs retain the seed
To wait and sprout in just another year.
And is it so with people how we mourn for spring once more?
Could we not just rejoice in those present on this day?
For both daffodils and people are forever, never truly gone
The bulbs and souls are hidden Still they never really leave
So on this day in April though sad to see them wilt.
Lift up our hearts and thank the Lord for yet another blooming
And yet another spring to say hello to daffodils and souls
And never mourn again.
DJ Pasternak April 18, 2023
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