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💗The Nurture Zone ~ The Daffodil Called ‘May’~ A poem by Regina Curley

I’m the daffodil that she calls May,

I came into full bloom yesterday,

My poor gardeners state, cos she planted me late,

Was one of unhealthy dismay.

I worked really hard for her praise,

When I popped through the soil in the haze,

She loves me you know, she keeps telling me so,

As she waters and feeds me I raise.

A sight to behold so she said,

She fits so well in that flower bed,

She bloomed for a reason, even if it’s out of season,

The one and only daffodil called ‘May’.

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