I like this poem becasue brings back memories of my childhood. Daffodils have always been my favorite flower since I was a little girl. This poem reminded me of the daffodils at my grandmother’s house. She had a pond that had lots and lots of daffodils at it. I would love going to her house and playing with them. I made so many make-believe things from those flowers.
They do bring a joy over my body still and are a true sign of spring. They are the first flowers to pop up and give hope that warmer weather is on the way. They remind me of Easter and all the fun I had searching for Easter eggs at my grandmother’s house in those daffodils.
This poem brought back a little bit of childhood that I cherish. It is funny how one simple little thing can cause so much emotion and joys of better days.
Reading your blog, I also thought about a childhood memory I had with daffodils. I lived near a woman who had a wonderful row of beautiful daffodils. Ms.Pope would not allow us to pick her daffodils. Late one afternoon along with my friend Helen we went to Ms. Pope's row of daffodils and cut everyone of the heads off of the flowers. It was a terrible thing to do, but all we wanted were a couple of those flowers for our playhouse. I hate I never apoligized to her for cutting her flowers. But the bad child in me still thinks about the fun it was that afternoon.
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