Yesterday I received a gift
A bunch of daffodils.
They bring such joy
But at what cost?
I felt their pain
When I snipped their stalks
And saw them crying sticky tears
Trying to retain some moisture.
The buds were tightly closed
Colourless and sad.
In the vase today
They are thirstily drinking
Bravely flowering
Yet I’m thinking
Wouldn’t they be happier,
Wouldn’t they have lasted longer
Joined to the bulb
Nodding and dancing in the breeze
Eventually fading
Returning goodness to their life source?
I ponder this anomaly
Of intermingling sadness and joy.
