On a trip to the country, Pamela sees the field of daffodils.
Captivated by the scene, she stops the car and gets out.
Immediately her shoes come off and she is barefooted.
Dancing to the sound of the wind as it plays its concerto, Pamela is lost.
Lost, in the complete abandon, of the daffodils.
Pamela freely dances to the sounds she hears.
And is thankful to God for every remembrance of the time when she was a little girl.
Pamela remembers picking some daffodils for her mother and being happy.
There was a freedom experienced as a child that hasn't returned.
However, the daffodils make her feel she is a child again.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)