The Daisy Poem by Melissa Kirigin
The Daisy
I picked the flower of a daisy,
Just below the head.
It was my treasure to cherish and keep,
But I knew it would be dead.
I kept it close, those first few days.
We were never apart.
I kept it out of harms way,
Right next to my heart.
It lived until the day I died,
Even then we did not part.
For you cannot get rid of something that grows
So very close to your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 6:44:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very heart felt poem