DAFFNEY
As the flower blooms,
the silence filled out every corner of the room.
As the colors faded and have been gone,
sadness what have you done?
As i pointed my index finger up the sky, i murmured something;
"the sky's pretty, can i live there when i die?"
The woman holding my hand looked at me and laughed
"oh, no you can't lilʼ silly daff."
I started to get disappointed then pout,
"so what is the skyʼs all about?"
—ms.intermittent
