Lovely.
The mere sight of daffodils brings me back to those precious evenings from January to September in 2010 when Father and I chatted, laughed, drank tea, listened to music, sat in companionable silence and enjoyed poetry together.
As he drifted off to sleep I would always return to William Wordsworth’s The Daffodils and without fail Father would join in with me when I reached the last stanza:
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
There is much that flashes upon our inward eyes but some things linger there as our anchors of love.
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