One spring

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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