She picks each flower, one by one
Looking for the perfect petals to share
Gathers them under the blazing sun
To bring home, to mama, waiting there

The yellow centers, toward the light
Her fingers clasped tightly around
Bright green stalks, hold on, with might
Firmly anchored into the ground

Still, she chooses, by just a hunch
Why that particular one entrances
Together, she holds them, in a bunch
Places them in a vase, and mama dances

She loves to see her mama smile
It’s not often it happens, but then
These beauties, which always beguile
Are bringing happiness home, again

April Writing Prompts – Daisy Trails – Day 12/30

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