Easter Lilies

I think of you, daddy,

When springtime is near.

When the blue Jay flies home,

And the smell of Easter lilies wafts through the air.

Sometimes I get sad,

As I watch the once beautiful, wither,

But then spring comes 'round,

And begs the new, "come hither".

And though you're not here,

With me in this realm,

I feel your presence every day,

My heart is your helm.