By Concetta Culora
You see that I don’t look so good in yellow, like your other dolls they do.
Yellow daffodils that matched her dress
The sun in her eyes as she lay down to rest,
She waited and waited for him to arrive
But the day it grew cold
As she opened her eyes,
Where are you? She wondered
Heartbeat in mouth,
The sun it was going
Tears they fell down
Creases in dress as she whispered his name,
It was spring when he left
And spring when he came.
Illustration: Anna Gibbs