Acrylic and gold leaf, 4” x 6”, Framed

Daisy Buchanan

By Nancy Jo Allen

The blue sheen of her hair 

reflected her interior despair 

like so many other Daisies before her, 

and those yet to come: 

she was part of a “Daisy chain”—

women who never self-actualized, 

never felt that they 

could care for themselves 

in times of crisis. 

Money was the first priority. 

Her voice was said to be full of money 

with a charm 

that rose and fell within it . . . .

Her true love died tragically, 

and an unknown voice graveside 

quietly declared, 

Blessed are the dead 

that the rain falls on.