• ‘twas the same night
    when soft Autumn
    put all my Daisy Daughters to flight
    he came to them all
    watching how their petals fall

    Aphrodite wailed when she saw my
    Roses, and they blush carmine
    for these Daughters have ever been shy
    but come whatever can
    they still amaze all man

    ‘tis a terrible shame
    he seeks to change my Daughters to his will
    and desecrate all, even their name
    I made my Violets how they are
    and am pained to see them go so far

    when they came back round
    I knew it was not the same
    all torn up from the ground
    the roots taken
    gone, forgot, forsaken

    I knew, and my Daughters would not
    I told them; Mums, Lilies, Poppies, and my beloved Irises.
    accountable, they got what they ought
    and now my tears
    are as apparent as the turning of years

    now, as I, a parent, weep
    I ask of you, you damned Monster
    that coveted them in their sleep
    what have you to say?
    where, O where, are my Daughters of May?