The lone daffodil sat in a corner
of our garden that gets no sun
yet it does what daffodils do
bob its head, smile as only daffodils can
is it sad to be all alone, sorry for its lot?
I guess we’ll never know,
each spring it comes back
and does what it has to do:
bloom and gladden the heart.
Maybe one day, as seasons go
this daffodil will have her reward
the next time it opens its blooms
it’ll behold another of its kind.