Some people come
into our lives
Bringing sweet perfume as from a flower
Oh, but only for a little while!
Their freshness touching us
They are like a ray
of sunshine
Shining brightly through a dark place
Their laughter, like dancing daffodils,
Sparkling on the meadow floor
Soon, like petals
blown, they are gone
How vainly we try to hold them to us!
Yet, their love and kindness linger,
The memory of a lovely flower
By Dee
February 27, 1997
(written about a special helper)