Easter Lilies

I think of you daddy,
When springtime is near.
When the blue Jay flys home,
And the smell of Easter Lillies wafts through the air.
Sometimes I get sad,
As I watch the once beautiful, wither,
But then spring comes 'round,
And begs the new, "come hither".
And though you're not here,
With me in this realm,
I feel your presence everyday,
My heart is your helm.