With A Daisy In Her Hair
A Poem By: Meredith Jones

A Note From The Author: I participated in a writer's workshop in the summer of 2005. The weekend of November 18th, 2005, I got a letter in the mail, saying that it had been accepted in an Anthology compiling the best works written by young authors in Western New York State. There is a ceremony in December 2005 where the writers will come and read their works to an audience, which I am participating in. I really hope you enjoy this as much as the WNY Writing Project has! xox Love, Meredith

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I watched her from my perch

on the branch of a tree.

She didn't know I was there,

yet she walked around me constantly.

She was all alone, and all dressed in white.

The most perfect image on Earth.

The defined meaning of life.

She danced and twirled,

carrying on,

her glorious golden hair

soaking up the glaring sun.

She stopped suddenly, bent down, and straightened up,

her hands then clasped to her chest, in a tiny graceful cup.

Fascination misted over her face, and soon she smiled.

A childish grin, not one you'd see on an adult.

And it made me smile,

and it filled me up.

She held up her hands, and revealed her treasure.

And all it was,

was a simple pleasure.

A daisy.

Full of joy and ecstasy,

she tucked it into her hair,

so all creatures could see,

the thing she'd bear.

I laughed to myself, at this lovely display:

a woman of motherhood, acting so light, and so gay.

She danced again, turning left, and turning right.

To me it seemed she would go on until night.

Coming closer, she was then, smiling playfully.

She grabbed onto the tree trunk, and gazed up at me.

She blushed, and laughed, her face full of joy.

We said nothing, but I smiled, and looked upon her precious toy.

So perfect, so beautiful, and it delighted me.

And I found myself in her eyes, as blue as the sky...

And now I look up at that sky, a daisy in my hand, and a tear in my eye.

I do not need to look down, for I know what is there.

For beneath the soil below me lies a woman...

Who laughed

Who danced

Who blushed

Who cried

Who died

With a daisy in her hair.

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If you enjoyed this, you may enjoy my short story, Peter's Greatese Adventure, or the now completed with 18 chapters, The Playwright, and its active sequel, All Things Bittersweet and Imaginary. Thanks for stopping by!