Well! What do you think of those daffodils?!!
They’re blousy and breezy and busty and brash
And smile as they wave to us as we pass

So many here

Alone they push up through the earth
As new life in Spring
They stir and part the sod, slow movement
Unfurls their screen
Veiling the fresh mounds
Ready for a different planting

Our tears fall to the earth
Rain channels them downwards
And all around those dancing daffodils mock:
We’re happy! They cry, and you are not.