Twenty-seven

Daffodil

Why did your mother name you Daffodil?
Was it a prophecy?
Or did she see something in your young eyes?
Was it because you were born alongside spring?
When the flowers had just bloomed?
Did she think you beautiful?
Or a source of hope and joy?
Could she have known you'd be frigid?
Freezing everyone out and still surviving?
Had she anticipated your varrying colors?
Most of all I wonder,
Did she know you were poison?
Does she know you are poison?

~RC