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Dirge of the Daffodil

Rightly in my grief, I remain, clutching daffodils;
fondly yours, and the author of this dirge.

Whether I roll like the sea,
or drift as the clouds,
I always know you’ll come back to me.
Though the earth turn swift,
or my life decay,
I always know you’ll
come home some day.

When I stood at the church,
and said my goodbye,
I knew it would not be forever,
there’s a place in the sky.

Emily Isaacson

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