I Miss You Most

I miss you most in early spring

When blooms the golden daffodil

and grows the darling jonquil

when dancing notes the bluebirds sing

beside your stony epitaph

I miss you most when er I sing

and think upon the jonquil

and smell the fragrant daffodil

I think of you in spring time breeze

and gaze upon your epitaph

I think of you at home in spring

at home, at rest, at peace at last

singing as the jonquil

shining as the daffodil

so far beyond your epitaph  

-Laura Parnell

2011

Dedicated to Virginia Ruth Reed, my grandma