Once upon a day

Daisies
small perfections,
white lips of nature
each one a star from God,

Breeze dusts their golden faces
as they search for the sky,
mute as the breath of angels
their voices still travel in beauty
calling to the birds singing to the bees
they dance with the wind
till chubby fingers lift their hearts
entwining them
into tiny circles
each one a study of love
created to lie in drapes on cherubic arms

Transformed they become much more,
haloes of nature
a childs wish, a parent's hope,
small pockets of sunshine,
so much beauty in such tiny amounts
on a green day,


Small links between the grass and play,
visible moments
of golden childhood,
intangible almost
they live on in the heart and memories
of once upon a day

Suzanne Donoghue