Yellow
Sunshine and daffodils
and my grand-daughter
paddling in the kitchen sink
as her mother washes
the breakfast dishes.
“Sit,” the child says and “stand,”
following the words with actions.
Yellow, she says, yellow,
as daffodils fill the screen
to shine in that far-off kitchen
a thousand clicks away by road
but instantaneous as the child
reaches out to hug the I-Pad.
Yellow, she repeats, yellow.
Soon she will see the daffodils
dancing their spring dance,
snow gone,
beside the lake,
beneath the trees,
yellow, yes, yellow,
tossing their heads
dancing
yellow in the yellow
breeze.
Comment: Another raw poem, straight from the journal, with only minor revisions. We Skyped yesterday and discovered that our grand-daughter had added another word to her vocabulary: yellow. She repeated it again and again, with great joy and energy, as she paddled in the kitchen sink.
rogermoorepoet 
Beautiful…!
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Nice sequence of daffodil poems. My son said ‘lello’ too.
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I do like them. Thy have re-appeared over the years. The national flower of Wales, the daffodil, and they grow wild in many places. March 1 is St. David’s Day and they are usually in full bloom in South Wales at that time of year. I do miss them. The Cancer Society, with their daffodils, get my full support.
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I love this, Roger! My daughter could only say “lello” when she was little. It still makes me laugh!
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I always eat Yellow Jello in favor of these moments. It was so funny to see her sitting on the edge of the kitchen sink with her feet in the soapy water. Apparently she loves to be a part of everything at washing up time. Skype is so wonderful. So glad you like this, Tanya. I have turned a sort of corner and I am writing some very joyful poetry. Long may it last!
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Long indeed!
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