Daffodils

• Abi Van Rensburg, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

They decorated your hair with them.
The bright yellow flowers like little beacons of light in the dark sea of your hair.
Flowers we found together.
Growing in clumps in Mrs Norrison’s garden.
In the shade of trees.
Swaying in the golden fields.

You would weave them into crowns fit for kings
While I sat watching your nimble fingers.
We would play for hours in amongst the daffodils.
Whispering secrets to each other knowing the flowers would never betray us.
Never tiring of the bright colours they brought into our black and white world.

Which is why it seems a terrible shame - maybe you’d agree
To bury something so full of life.
Like the daffodils.

Like you…