Daffodil

Here’s your little flowerpot
Hold it with both your hands lest it should fall and crack
Keep watering it from time to time
And when you’re naughty put it under a shady tree
Look how those flowers are so obliviously happy

It thinks one day you will take them
And plant it firmly in the soil outside its confines
But it doesn’t know you’re careless when you tug at the stem
And that the soil promised is sand
I know that’s a laugh that you try to cover with your right hand

You tricky little gardener, what did you do to the other pots?
Painted them, made them decoration pieces, placed at strategic spots?
Just keep ‘em hanging invisibly around the room, stop in your tracks sometimes to reminisce
Ah! That was dear old marigold; that used to be the reddest rose
And that delicate lily’s death came a little too soon by errr...pressure of a defective hose

What’s it to me, all this doom?
I’m just a daffodil bud in your garden, too scared to bloom