16 August – Daisy joy

Daisies, daisies, give me your answer do,
why can’t I ever walk past
without stopping to smile at you?
I think it’s those summer lunchtimes
sat out on the long school grass,
picking petals to predict romance,
so happy not to be in class.
Stringing your stems in garlands
round ankles, wrists and necks,
of course that’s why, years later,
I never can forget
the feel of cheer and charm
as you scatter your smiles at me,
even when I’m walking at speed
and seemingly far too busy
to stop and sit and play again
at lovelorn games and daisy chains.