In memory of my mother’s passing last spring.
“The daffodils are hurting my heart.”
They mock my melancholy in their vibrant hues.
You loved them so last year.
I knew it was coming
that time of inner torment
when beauty juxtaposed inner suffering…
When their message of spring was smothered in me
looking at you.
How death now bore the canvas of yellow
as we held hands in sunshine
with shadows lurking
The daffodils are hurting my heart.