Pink Tipped Daisies..
A bunch of pink tipped Daisies
I held out to my Dad
I knew he’d know how much they meant
and stop him feeling sad.
His eyes lit up
he hugged me tight
and once again my world was right..
I think about him every day
his heart so full of love
and send my heartfelt thoughts out there
to reach him up above.
I cross the field this Springtime day
I feel the past once more..
A little girl her hands outstretched
with love for evermore…
In a manner of Wordsworth "We are seven"
"Pink Tipped Daises" a classic addition, from a life affirming DNA source
Diana is Beyond the reach of AI Authors.
Rose
A beautiful touching poem now that your dad is gone. I hope you saw it before he left.
Ron
Best wishes Diana
kenny
Regis. 🙏🌸🦋💕
I’m so glad our paths crossed ~ years ago now.
This is such splendid writing ~ father and daughter love.
With your permission, may I share it with special friends?
Otherwise, it may be overlooked, and they would adore it.
A little girl her hands outstretched ~ with love forevermore
With love ~
David
Mark