that appears without notice or direction,
when suddenly I spot a gathering,
A legion, of white daises;
Under the cedars, beside the path,
Smiling and reaching for the sun.
Happy as the child at play
and awed at the blue of the sky,
They stand in tall crowds
a head above the rest;
hundreds I seem to count,
For when stillness sets with the sun
and thoughts steal the light,
I remember them in my mind
and then my heart expels the crazies,
with visions of smiling white daises.
This was written for my friend Robbin at http://cedarchestofdreams.blogspot.com/ who is a fellow warrior battling cancer just after losing her 30yr old son. She really needs healing thoughts and prayers.