avocado press

Daisy chains hang low over her eyes
A thick coat of pollen dusting her scalp
Laughter pushes through the silence of the early morning air
And a fat black cat curls around the ankles of her mum
The washing dripping off the line
Cascading down like a waterfall
Grass still damp under her feet
As she jumps around, still in her pajamas
And she’ll never know what that flower crown could mean
The crown of memories placed gently on her curly blonde hair
But the crown is long gone now
The daisies buried under the soil
Maybe one day they will emerge again
And maybe one day the memories will grow back,
Strong and bright as the flowers once woven into her heart strings