Just Daisies

I thought, I know!  I’ll cut the grass!
Tried to start the trusty mower
It seemed reluctant, coughed and spluttered
Didn’t want to go today

I paused and thought and looked about
A million Daisies smiled and nodded
Clean joyous faces, bright and wide
For whom my youngest child was named

Small honey bees paid courtly visits
Bowing, dipping all around
Then flying home their breeches laden
With all the booty they had found

I quietly put the mower back
I sat and paused with old Earl Grey
I watched the cycle of the flowers
The grass can wait another day