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To My Daffodil, Maureen
by Don Matley
You wrote a poem* for me sister
To ward off death from my door.
Ignoring your own battles, you gave me love and hope
Visiting my hospital bed.
And brought me wordflowers of Wordsworthian fame.
Watered by your tears
They grew and grew as I recited
This host of golden daffodils.
And indeed I out-did the waves of death with glee
Only to leave my deathbed for you to fill.
Had I but known I would never have left to be bereft
Of my little golden daffodil.
But I take solace whenever I see that flower,
And indeed my heart with pleasure fills
As I dance with you amidst the daffodils.
And in vacant or in pensive mood
You do flash upon that inward eye
And help me to cope with saying goodbye.
01/03/2008 Author's Note: *
Maureen wrote the poem "Back To The Daffodils" on Pathetic.orgin April 2005. Quotations are from William Wordworth's original poem "Daffodils" (1804).
Posted on 01/03/2008
Copyright © 2026 Don Matley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/03/08 at 05:16 PM ((((DON))))Maureen will always be in our hearts. Maureen, had a way of brightening every horizon and I am sure she is shedding light on you this day. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/04/08 at 06:57 PM Beautiful, elegant upwelling of feeling. The real flower blooms right through these words! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/07/08 at 07:17 PM Fond reminder of how we must do our best to support our loved ones in sickness and health even though we may be that next flower harvested. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/09/08 at 04:18 PM A lovely remembrance and a nice nod to Wordsworth. |
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