Dad and Daffodils

Dad and Daffodils

The seasons come and the seasons go 

From the summer’s heat to the winter’s snow

Over and over a constant rerun 

On our little mud ball spinning ‘round the sun

only a few chances to get it right

Maybe 78 circles ‘round that big bight light

We take it for granted until it’s too late 

When death seals for certain our destiny’s fate 

Hopefully we leave a lasting trace 

Of our time here on this earthly place

But for all of us that he left behind

Something recurs that will remind 

Dabs of yellow on a green landscape 

Blooming first because they just can’t wait

“It’s Springtime” sings the Whippoorwill

And We’ll remember Dad and Daffodils 

John Snelling

03:31:24