Beneath The Daisies

Beneath The Daisies

No one knows just why it happen on that lovely day in June.
The pain was just subsiding as she lay there on the bed.
And the life that passed beside her that had entered all too soon,
She lay down in a towel -- pillowed linen for the head.

No one hailed the doctor and no one hailed the priest,
For the men were all out working far afield.
And these private matters hastened the decision cherished least--
A bit of ribbon around the bundle fate had sealed.

Now she the only bearer, there was no choir hymn --
No procession all of folks in silent talk.
And she lay her little bundle beneath the daisies, tucked well in,
And she cried her tears there by the garden walk.

Then the flowers did hail the garden to all that is above
And the breeze, it whispered hymns to fill the sky,
While she picked a yellow daisy and she vowed unending love--
A drying tear, a little prayer, a sad goodbye.