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Sorry about the blurry focus on the youtube clip! I don’t know what happened, at least I didn’t break the camera.

My mum was diagnosed with cancer in March 2005. The seasonal flower around Easter is the daffodil, consequently in the hospital she received a lot of beautiful vibrant daffodils. Also very significant as it is the symbol for Marie Curie cancer care.

I wrote this poem a few weeks later whilst she was in the hospice.

It is true – if you put a vase of tightly closed daffodils on a warm and sunny window ledge, you can hear them creak and crinkle as they open 🙂 I noticed this whilst she was sleeping and I was sat by her side.

Daffodils

 

Those last few weeks

we spent watching the daffodils.

Like two mischievous schoolgirls

we laughed until we cried

we cried until we laughed.

You said daffodils were noisy,

that they crinkled when they opened.

I thought it was the morphine;

but you were right,

they are noisy –

crinkly daffodils!

I see them

and I laugh

and cry.

 

© Daffodils 18.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Daffodils is published in Counting Magpies by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, if you would like to purchase a copy, please contact me 🙂

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