Daffodils in the Gower
Frustrated old bones, But with precise rhythmic tapping, Gently patting away her patience, That fraction of a wry smile, and a small calculated look.
She says look for the big thing to do, And it's often difficult. She's often difficult, But she’s often right.
Firey wouldn’t come close to describing you, would it my dear? And they never did stamp out your flame, You would always just burn brighter than before.
But I never really understood it, until I understood you. Courageous, difficult, stubborn, it didn’t matter, But you never did belonged to us, You only ever belonged to yourself.
Apart from one man, Who's waited so very long for his loves return, Your smile will let him know, Fran kept her promise; and that you won’t be parted here, my dear.
