Daisy Love
Daisy Love
The Daisy Family’s field was wide and green,
And all the daisies loved the blue May skies.
Their petals were the whitest ever seen;
Their golden faces kissed by butterflies.
And Daisy Love was loved by Daisy Dear;
He kissed her every morning with the sun.
And he was glad to have his love so near
All through the day and when the day was done.
But Daisy Love was picked one summer day
And taken from her field and from her friend.
So Daisy Dear was left alone to stay
To wait until his own untimely end:
A young girl plucked his petals one by one
And cried “He loves me!” when she was all done.
Daisy Chains
Daisy Chains
Our friend takes time to make us daisy chains
By gently tying flowers one to one.
And as she makes them, quietly explains
That each will be a symbol when its done.
Each flower represents a love that’s pure;
Each stem is strength that nourishes the soul;
Each knot is trust in which we are secure;
And once they make a circle they are whole.
And so we pluck the daisies from the field
And bring them to our friend with eager haste.
Our love, our strength, our trust are gently sealed
By her into whose hands our gifts are placed.
As carefully she ties them end to end
We see just what it takes to make a friend.