I was looking for some writing this morning I know it is in the house somewhere I remember writing it but can I find it not hide nor hair. What I did however find were two of my café books. Every so often I take one out of my bag for some reason and forget to put it back in ending up with buying another book. At least I have mostly given up writing on scraps of paper the amount of stuff that I have lost that way. I came across a piece I had written for a friend who had just gone back to studying and was so frustrated she was feeling like giving up.

The Daffodil

When things look hard
Think of the daffodil.
When days are dark
And the world is covered in snow
The bulb begins it's journey
For it has far to go.
It pushes through the darkness
Forcing up through cold hard ground
Till at last it reaches sunlight
And blossoms in full bloom.
We did not see the hard work
In all the winter's gloom
We just admire the beauty
Of a job that is well done.

21/3/2011