The Glorious daffodils, and daisies-
the tulips and irises of days passed.
Recalling the Springtime of the Yesterdays-
before the valley of your death.
Sometimes, I feel so lost in the memories.
I can almost hear your laughter-still ringing in my ears.
It was laughter of the joyous sort,
You would always be filled with jokes,
and laugh along beside us.
There were of course the bad times too.
But that is not how-I choose to remember you.
I am forever fond of your big heart.
It is a fitting tribute that the perennials,
which you planted-
each year they keep coming back.
I still miss you, but it is a bit less-
when I see all the wonders you’ve left us,
your very best.