March of the Daffodils

You made her chai.  You made her welcome.  You made her feel at home.  You made her feel like family.

You fed her hungry imagination.  You soothed her restless eye for beauty.  You reminded her, on her last day, of moments long ago with the people she loved.

You were her favorite places, our places.  And she says:  Happy Spring!

One thought on “March of the Daffodils

Leave a reply to Lizzie Oz Cancel reply