One Fall
Seven years ago
Woody planted
One hundred daffodil bulbs

Most bloomed that spring

Each year since then
More than most 
Bloom each spring
More and more than most
Until Woody dug some up
Divided and replanted them

The next spring
Yellow and white faces
On green legs
Nodded and smiled at me
From unexpected places

Just so
My grandfather returns
In a saluting man in uniform
My grandmother in a woman
In a fancy hat
My father in a wave that
Tickles my toes
My grandchildren, Madeleine and Lorien,
In a double stroller
Gordon in every prayer
And so I live among
Ever more
Golden daffodils

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