In the palm of my hand

In the palm of my hand I hold all possibilities
I hold my joy
And my pain.

I hold potential, all that I am and I that I could be
I hold the lock
And I hold the key.

To use it or not?
And to understand the code?
Like a flower yet to unfurl.
I wait for my time to shine.

Somehow, despite all the beautiful flowers in my garden right now, these daisies held the most appeal. An unassuming 'weed'. Decimated each time the lawn mower does her thing. And yet up they pop, unerringly, each time. Their faces turned to the sun, ready for whatever mother nature may throw at them next.

Option #2

Ah yes, thanks Ma (AKA EMC). That must be why they caught my attention today. Happy Birthday M (her middle name is Daisy!)