Poem 22 (National Poetry Month): The Last Daffodil

Happy Earth Day!

The Last Daffodil

By Michelle Garren Flye

The day the last daffodil fell

Was truly a sad day indeed.

Leaves and heart turned to seed—

But I’m proud I knew him well.

Was he a politician with brittle skin?

A general whose advice was ignored?

A scientist with findings scorned?

A doctor whose patience wears thin?

No, he was just a simple flower

Whose beauty and life

And survival of strife

Was his only real power.

Photo by Michelle Garren Flye