Daffodil in the graveyard

Lynne Thompson
Apr 26, 2023

I pushed up through the moist Spring earth.

And turned my yellow face to the sun.

You call me Daffodil.

I hold in my body the dreams of those whose bones rest here.

I stretch to reach the sunlight.

My thick green leaves unfurl.

I am of this time and this earth, but I remember what the bones remember.

We hum together in the sun.



Lynne Thompson

I always wrote (first poem at 6 years old). Tech writer by trade. I have a podcast The Storied Human: see my linktree — https://linktr.ee/StoriedHuman