Here's Alison: The Daisy Chain
Alison Ross writes a moving poem about an old lady and a loving grandchild.
It was at the Christmas party
Held for those who were in care
That I saw the daisy-chain
That was circled round her hair.
A young lass sat beside her
Love shining from her eyes
Rubbed her Granny’s hands
And smiled into her eyes.
But Grandma sat unknowing
Upon her head, the daisy-chain
Made fresh that very morning
By a grandchild filled with pain.
The young lass chattered softly
I thought of how, it must be so
That Grandma too made Daisy-chains
Many years ago.
Were memories of the daisy chains
Lost along the way?
Or did Grandma feel the love
That surrounded her that day?
