Somewhere Lie the Daisies

Searching for the potential within...

Somewhere, somewhere in this room
In this room with clutter that rises to my knees
Somewhere amongst the broken crayons and nude Barbies that are buried beneath it all -
Forgotten reminders of long ago -
Lie a packet of Daisies.

And I desperately want to find them.
I know that when I do I can plant them and watch them grow.

I know that if they make it,
The African Daisies will sprout all sorts of colors.

They will be vibrant and bold
Containing colors of a strong beating heart; bright red
With yellow and white: the colors of the sunlight
That shines brightly upon the world,
and it only dampers with the bad weather
that will eventually be blown away.

But I know if I could just find those seeds
The seeds that will be the colors of a strong, beating heart and endless light
Then I can plant them and make my garden beautiful.

Somewhere lie the Daisies;
I just have to find them first.

Author's Note

Be sure to look deep. All poetry is double-layered, even if the poet didn't intend it.