The primrose with its glowing face held high

Brings promise of the softer days of Spring

And gazes up towards the wind ripped sky

Through branches to the sunlight, filtering

New leaves unfold beneath the solemn frost

Where clasped they lie and frozen to the earth

A voice like yours is permanent, not lost

The primrose glows to celebrate your birth

And now each year it brings us back to you

Sun flows through every open facing bloom

To shine upon the flowers that you grew

In gardens where you gave them love and room

Smile gently as you watch us from  above

The primrose is your messenger of love