Cora Thomas
Daffodil—
that was one of your
favorite flowers.
They reminded you of me
born in the Spring of
1984.
Narcissus
and its friend tulipa
dot the yard and bouquets in
vases overflow with color
my birthday decorations
You decorate ever so carefully—getting it just right.
Even sticking tape to the top of balloons and
affixing them to the ceiling
to make it look like
helium.
Your smile
lights up the room
just like the flowers.
I stand—
blossom in hand
and rest it carefully on
the stark
white sheet.
fragile
just like you
a burst of sunshine
“I love you,” I said.
it’s March
Daffodils
greet you
with their wide
yellow mouths
heads bobbing
as if they are welcoming you to walk inside
their sunny disposition
for the last time.
Clamor 