Daisies

Daisies

Daisies!
Pink ones, white ones,
yellow ones too
dancing in morning light 
caressed by bees
buzzily collecting pollen.
Yesterday I picked a bunch
took them inside
and gave them to Mum.
Now, in their vase,
they are starting to wilt 
while here outside
their sisters are still
dancing.
I almost wish
I’d left them here,
though Mum’s smile
when she saw what I had for her
was almost as beautiful
as these millions of dancing daisies.

© 2013 Sally Murphy