Sir Daisy

And we would polish tombstones
and we would plant the flowers
and cultivate the garden
and I would lay beside you.

And I would drive Sir Daisy
and we would visit forests
and walk from glen to glen.
In sand we'd make inscriptions,
that only we could read them,
and when we'd journeyed homeward,
harmony would be our bed.

And I'd anoint our bed sheets
with rose-water, faith, good stead
and you would bind me to it,
and soon I'd lose my head.

And as the years rhymed with us,
I'd always be beside you,
you'd always know I'd be there,
you'd never fear you'd find me.

And if your eyes should weaken,
then I would read your poems,
and if your spirit falters,
then I would raise it up.

And if your hands should tire,
than I shall raise your cup.
And I would polish tombstones,
and I would plant the flowers,
and cultivate the garden.

Then I will read your poems,
and I will lay beside you.
Then, they'll polish up the tombstones,
and they will plant some daisies
and cultivate the garden.

But they can't read the inscription,
it's only we that know it.
For we have journeyed homeward
and harmony is our bed.

(c)sacrosant

This poem was written February 19, 2001 in devotion to Glenn and posted on Themestream. Glenn liked this poem very much. It was written about a day we visited the village of his ancestors in the country and the graveyard where his grandparents were buried. I did all the driving on our "outings" when we were together, hence the title "Sir Daisy", a little spin on the movie "Driving Miss Daisy".