Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.
Little Lana, stood with her Mommy saw —
Flowers thought, “daisies,” over grave grew tall.
Thought Dad was here, never saw him at all.
Mom had tearful eyes, emotion made her raw.
“Why’s Daddy pushing Daisies, where’s my pa?”
Lana asks fragile Mom; had heard phone call —
Nana said Dad’s, pushing daisies, new calling.
Mom cries at question, by the grave she bawls.
Pushing daisies, what did that mean? Girl knew —
Not the phrase, but thought it’s Daddy’s new job.
Papa came, Lana asks, “Why Dad now grew —
Daisies? Wasn’t doing business his job?”
Tears trailed down Papa’s eye, his nose he blew:
“It means your Dad is dead, to heaven flew.”
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