Silent Sentinels

Silent Sentinels

Daffodils

Adrift, afield

Randomly placed

This time, this day.

Silent sentinels nodding east

Still these yellow belles so boldly chime

Remember me?

Remember me.

Planted on a day of grace

By backdoors gone

Or unmarked graves

Near walkways that lead

From the shadowed past to now.

We see them as we pass on by

Gifted by their persistent charm

Remembrances of those moments when

We stoop and plant them future bound.