Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013
When my lady was a baby
said her mother kept up daisies,
she'd pick 'em in the yard,
let 'em shine up on the windowsill

Well those daisies, they went lazy
lost their color, drove her crazy
made her sad to say they always lost their will

Now she speaks to me with those eyes,
looks for color in the night skies
plants a garden full of roses,
paints these daisies on our baby's walls

Lovely lullabies in her voice
singing
"Dear, if it were my choice,
this home would be our flower
and I'd never let its petals fall"

Yes, this home would be our flower
and I'd never let its petals fall.
November 9, 2013
Shaina
Written by
Shaina
Please log in to view and add comments on poems