|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I love how you have focused on one of the very first flowers of spring and it's very short but welcome, life. A daffodil's passing is such sweet sorrow.
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Faded..but not to be forgotten by
the ones who know of the beauty held
within..being once the witness! by You
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Lovely poem, Pat...it's sad when beautiful flowers fade...especially the first flowers of Spring! They bring such hope with them when they bloom for the first time after winter's icy grip has eased...
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
The grace and beauty of the daffodil. Cool and crisp days
for her blooms that lift our spirits. Excited each Spring
to watch the green and then the golden yellow blessings.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Judith Ann (Reader)
|This brought tears to my eyes. I love this poem. It reminds me of my own glorious time in the sun and how I'm now crowed and shunned by young shoots who may look at me but don't see the beauty and life that was once there. We have our memories though and no one can take those away. I really love this poem. Thank you!|
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|We all go the way of the Daffodil. A touching write for sure Pat.
|Reviewed by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
|She had her day in the sun and accepted her demise. Beautiful poem.
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|i like this one for sure
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Her bulb will spread and send many more beauties up next year.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Beautifully written, Pat, I would bet the young'ens could learn a thing or two from the one that remains.
Cloudy and drizzly in Portland, Oregon today.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Ah, leave her to her musing, Pat, give her the graceful farewell . . .|