By: Katelyn Tijerina
She lay down to sleep
The void of the lost deep
Softly sweetly she sang
Of daffodils blowing in rain
She sang like a mother might
Though she wasn’t quite sure she was right
To slowly heal the open sore
She sang and sang and sang some more
With her eyes shut tight
She sang of magical nights
She imagined what it’d be
“If they had wanted me”
The story that makes me weep
Of the girl who sang herself to sleep
Picture from: “Black And White Daffodil Photos for Sale (With Images): Daffodils, Daffodil Photos, Flowers Photography.” Pinterest, Fine Art America, www.pinterest.com/pin/63683782207698811/.
Another beautiful poem. It is sad, but she finds solace in singing, which I find comforting.