Someone, Anonymous
Someone, anonymous, brought me
daffodils, slogged up through
snow and mud on foot—impossible
by car—to bring me these
left on the table in a little vase,
a special one, they took the trouble
to pull down from the highest shelf.
Six daffodils, with feathered greens.
Someone, anonymous, knows
I grieve.
by Molly Scott
from, Up to the Windy Gate
Finishing Line Press, Georgetown Kentucky. 2015
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