Oh, to have a daisy patch,
Within the window view;
To see that simple flower bloom,
So bright and loyal and true.
They symbolize such purity
Within the garden patch;
And radiate God's sunshine,
In ways that most can't match.
The daisy fits the finest vase,
To match the grandest taste;
Yet they still suit a water glass,
When children pick in haste.
There are so many kinds of them,
Found in my flower book:
Yet my favorites are the white ones
Yellow centers complete the look
I chose them as a young bride,
When so innocent and pure;
They radiated such a glow,
Of a love, God made so sure.
And now the years have wandered by,
Small hands have grown and gone;
Yet daisies in the garden still,
Continue to linger on.
One day there will be little hands,
Of grandchildren and friends;
They'll come to visit and enjoy,
That sunshine without end.
And when my days on earth are gone,
Please do not carry on;
Just plant some lovely daisies close,
To cheer you every morn!
Ginger Greis copyright 2003
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