He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Daisy Poem and Game with Daisies
April is National Poetry Month!
With spring upon us, I thought I'd share this poem about the simplicity of daisies and their involvement in an innocent, childhood game. Read and write poetry in April! #27.
He loves me; he loves me not--the familiar, often childhood, chant, as we pluck off each petal of the white daisies that tell us is our object of affection has the same requited love for us.
I hope you enjoy this simple poem that reflects these often innocent feelings of affection reflected in my favorite flower, the daisy.
He loves me; he loves me not . . . .
Wasn’t love easier when we could look to a simple, white daisy to answer our questions about love and who loved us? We didn't care if the daisy were a Shasta or a Gerber or any other daisy, as long as it answered our questions about love. And this wasn't about love in general, but we had the specific name in mind who would love us or love us not. I don't know about you, but I often did go to a daisy, particularly when I was in elementary or junior high school, to pick off the petals one by one, citing "he loves me, he loves me not" over and over, often until I had the answer I wanted.
Does the boy sitting in the back of the room like me? Does the girl on the bus feel the same? Many a young lad or lass would ask this question. Do they feel about me that I do about them? Hmmmm. That’s easy to find out. I’ll just pick a daisy and get my answer.
Whether looking for a first love or waiting for a true love, I could always pick a daisy and know what I needed to know. My daisy could always make me feel better about the fact that I was loved or would be loved. Aw . . . if only life and love were that easy once we grew up. If only our adult relationships could be decided at the hands of a daisy.
There’s something special to be said for simplicity. If only we could hold onto it.
Field of Daisies
He loves me,
He loves me not—
The only answer
That I’ve got.
Who he is
I do not know,
But his true love
Is sure to grow.
I’ll wait on
(as time just creeps)
The secret that
My daisy keeps.
He loves me,
He loves me not,
My daisy gives
The one I want.
Yes, I know that this little daisy poem is really simple, but I think that sometimes "simple" is good. Simple doesn't ask too much, nor does it expect too much. Simple certainly does not require a lot of brain power for to interpret the answer. To go along with this, the poem reflects simple thoughts, poetry that reflects the true blue simpleness, the words and pure feelings well-known to many of us.
Feelings such as these take me back to an afternoon in a daisy-covered field in the back of the house I grew up in. After pulling off several petals off a daisy, I would have the answer, and, if I tried several to get the best of three, or the best of five, I could usually (okay, always!) get the answer I wanted. It was okay to try several times. I just kept pulling off those petals off that fresh, white daisy. The video below does an excellent job of showing that kind of hope that realized its fondest wish.
Daisy's "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not" game may be childish and simplistic. Yes, I won't disagree with that. But after reading the poem and watching the video, I find the sentiment refreshing. I hope you'll agree.
After the video, enjoy taking the poll below it.
Video of Daisy: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Poll: Did you play the game?
Did you play "He/She Loves Me, He/She Loves Me Not" with daisies?
And does the tradition live on?
Do kids today play this game with daisies or has this tradition passed?
© 2011 Victoria Lynn