Daisies Stories

Dance of the Daisies Golden sunlight touches the ground, A new day dawns, for all around. I see the dew glisten, off blades of grass, A morning’s kiss of nature’s mass The birds, they chirp, and sing all day, Then skyward, they fly away. The sounds of joy greet my ears, A glorious day, without fears. God, he speaks of wonders wise, In meadow fields a sight for my eyes. To embrace the fields with lush green plants, A lovin...

The last time I saw you, we were barely fifteen and yet gathering no attention when we took our usual seats on the rickety wooden bench at the playground on 5 th street. All the mothers there knew us, we’d been there so long, and we in turn knew them and their children. Some of the faces were more familiar than others. Your neighbor from down the street. My old music class teacher. But all the faces seemed to coalesce int...