Her Friends

Daisies dancing in the wind

White, and inviting

Standing tall and proud

Waiting for someone to notice them—

She did.

Gliding through the field

With her blonde hair catching

The same breeze

She looks up and smiles at them

And they smile back.

Her newly found friends

Of whom she chooses a few

To take home.

Their bright yellow hearts

(That the bees collect)

The same as her golden locks

Are familiar to her.

Their smell of daybreak

The remains from the cold of the night

And the scent of breakfast eggs

That rode the breeze

From the open kitchen window

Intoxicates her like a natural drug.

But, she’s too young to realize.

Running as fast as she can

To catch the one that might

Blow away;

That’s the one she wants

The magical one

The one that can fly.

She finally catches it,

Puts it in a perfect pink porcelain vase

And sets it next to his bed.

He looks at her and she says,

“I picked this for you daddy.”