-
April’s Cruelty
Spring has come, soft and bright,Daffodils dance in golden light. The world awakens, fresh and new,But joy feels hollow without you. The sun still shines, the sky still gleams,Yet all is not as it once seemed. For in the warmth, a shadow grows,A whispered fate, a life let go. We held you close, we fought, we prayed,Yet cancer stole, the light betrayed. One last breath, one final rest,A heavy weight upon my chest. They say to move, to step ahead,That summer waits where spring has led. So out come shorts, the patio chairs—As if the world could still compare. But black now drapes my weary soul,A chasm deep, a gaping…
-
Daffodil
From the earth, each spring they rise, Golden flames beneath wide skies. A nation’s bloom, both bold and bright, A symbol of strength, of hope, of light. Wales has claimed this flower fair, Yellow as laughter, warm as care. Green as the grass of home so dear, Sung by Tom with voice sincere. Its pointed tips—like Eryri’s height, A crown of gold, a nation’s might. A bloom of rebirth, of pride anew, A land resilient, strong and true. Yet beyond the hills and valleys wide, The daffodil stands for those who guide. A beacon of hope, a gentle grace, A hand to hold in life’s last place. Marie Curie’s emblem bright, Through darkest days, a guiding light. Not…
