Daisy Chains Janette Horn, Craigneuk

A silent little child was I Who played beneath the clear blue sky,

I wandered on the hills and plains

And gathered flowers for daisy chains.

Sometimes the grass would fill my shoes

So barefoot to wander I would choose, Buzzing bees would fly on by And lovely coloured butterflies.

Into my childish world would I go? Skipping, hopping to and fro, And sit among the grassy plains

To make my little daisy chains. No one around me I would see, In my world there’s only me. Warm sweet breezes passing by

And fluffy clouds up in the sky.

All the flowers with colours bright

Sparkling in the bright sunlight Tiny bells of colours blue Seemed to say “how do you do!”

And proudly I would curtsy wide

Glad to have them by my side.

Then suddenly just like a spark Darkness fell upon my heart, Taking my sunshine away Blocking out the light of day. Emptiness hung over me I could not find my way back, you see.

And in the darkness, terror came

To add to all the blame and shame. Always hiding to and fro I hadn’t any place to go, Lost in darkness, hurt and pain

Would I ever find my way again? Then in the years as I grew tall The shadows faded from the wall,

No more dark clouds hung over me

I had survived the child, you see. Life now fills me once again With memories of my daisy chain.