I was a daffodil
Baptized in the rain, I prayed yellow
The tulips trembled, but my
lot was the sky
No perfumy scent for me
I bathed in sunlight
My petals sculpted from a
star and unnecessary happiness
I was confidence. poetry and
part of a golden host
One of hundreds or thousands
never lonely and eternally spring
My mother’s favorite poem was I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth
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