Mary Dixon's Poem

Once There Were Daffodils
by Mary Dixon

Once there were daffodils high on the hill
And the lawn grew right to the door.
Now there's nuthin' but weeds and wild dill
Daffodils don't grow anymore.
Buds bloomed each year with never a pause
You were the flower, you were the cause,
You were sunshine and misty rain
You were the comfort to all my pain.
Once there was a woman, my wife,
Whose laughter I never did save,
Now I'll be lonely the rest of my life,
Daffodils gone -- except on her grave.