There sat the baby in her glory spot.
She came every day to admire it.
It lived in the woods with no owners of its own.
The baby blinked and admired the moon.
She remembered her name, Daisy, as in mama.
Vines grew around the baby’s glory spot.
It started to break down.
Eventually it was nothing.
Daisy will always remember the rocking chair in the woods.
Katonah, New York
