The Passion of Daisies can best be surmised
as to crave a bit of sunshine,
and every day, go out and play.
Living in daisies is a wonderful life,
a world full of Love and bereft of strife.
Papa comes through the door and gives a bellow,
extending an arm full of daisies all in yellow.
His family rushes into his arms, joyful to see him
A road trip is underway,
hanging from the rearview mirror, a daisy does sway.
Scenery abound, maps are out, adventure is ripe.
The kitten walks up to the boy and licks his forehead,
yellow daisy pollen on her fur reveals her naughty deeds.
Scolding does not last, the kitten is quickly lost in hugs and kisses.
A colorful daisy fills the page,
scribbled by a child of a young age.
She gives it to her mommy and daddy.
They sit on a blanket by the lake, wrapped up in each other,
daisies encroach through the grass.
She lies back in his lap, he strokes her hair, loving eyes are locked.
A big brown teddy-bear wears a red vest.
His pants are blue, and a daisy adorns his chest.
He is the first gift, laid gently into the cradle.
In a fragrant garden of daisies,
a garden of ideas are discussed.
From poetry to politics, past to future, knowledge plays out.
And yet I shall know none of these
joyous days, living in daisies.
My only peace, I foresee, is pushing them up,
for the consumption of a bee.
~Kristi Miles (June 2005)
Please note, the following picture was taken by Kristi L. Miles more than 2 months AFTER she wrote this poem: