I shall not pass this way again
but if you should, in sun or rain
or when spring flowers bedeck the grass
remember me, where your feet pass
and shed a tear, in happiness
for all once dear, though passed in us
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Lisa is hosting at dVerse, and has asked us to use the word ‘way’ in our quadrille: a poem of exactly 44 words. When I learned the prompt word, I immediately thought of a beautiful poem by Eva Rose York, to which I was introduced by fellow poet and blogger Michele Lee Sefton. So I borrowed the first line and wrote a condensed poem on a similar theme.
I chose daffodils for the image as a reminder that spring is on the way, and also in remembrance of my mother, sister and grandmother, who all loved these flowers.