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To Daffodils
MN (11-08-1970 / )

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

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Comments (12)

Mary, this is such a heart wrenching poem. I can only imagine the emotions felt while writting it. You exhibit tremendous strength and composure in your poetry. Brian
Dear Mary Have you not raelised yet that your love is enough and that no one including your mother can alter or make it more beautiful.YOU ARE SPECIAL! ! ! ! ! , now for goodness sake shout it from what ever place can hear it most.Love and Life.Duncan
You know, somehow women have the idea that if they give their babies away, for adoption or abortion or whatever reason, that they stop being mothers, but it just IS NOT SO! Once you carry that baby inside, you are always that baby's mom, and try as you may, that never changes. Whatever struggles we go through in life, that baby will always be there. For whatever reason, love is the only answer that brings us back together with that child, and as long as there is life, there is hope.
Mary, this is a beautiful but very sad poem. I believe that the disgust you think your mother had for you was actually the disgust she had for herself.
Mary, this poem is so very sad.. it bought back lots of sad memories for me, my daughter once got in with the wrong crowd and disowned me, when I wouldn't let her friends move into my house.. it's a very beautiful poem.. straight from the heart.. I truly wish you happiness..
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