For years, every week – for our table you bought –
Two bunches of daisies, from each pay-day you bought.
There were yellow ones, that reminded me of compliments fine –
For so many happened to call you ‘Sunshine’.
There were blue ones – the same color as your eyes –
And others quite like – well – the blue of the skies.
And forever – whenever – a daisy I see –
They’ll bring the fondest of memories to me.
Of a daughter in whom we have always had pride –
Who’s joys make us happy – and who always has tried –
To do as a daughter should do in her deeds –
And Sweetie – at that – you most surely succeed.
And the pictures I’ve given, where daisies abound –
Are saying, “I Love You, ““Remember?” “These are our Own Common Ground.”

Love and may you have many, many more.

Mom

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Written for her daughter Kirstie

Copyright Roy Richard