In Sadness and In Doubt: A collection of poems

Serendipity

Flowers grow and die and come back to life, but we don't do that 

I wish you were a daisy, so you could come back to life over and over again every spring 

You are a daisy to me, really, I see one and I see you 

I see you in the grass, living, breathing, the fresh air, bathing in the bright sunlight 

But you're not here are you, you're really gone

Not even serendipity can bring you back to me