by Kerry Gittins
I first met Daisy on my way to the park.
I didn’t know her name then.
I was walking towards the swings, when I noticed someone sitting on one of the wooden benches.
She was all by herself and seemed to be concentrating very hard on the daffodils.
I love daffodils.
Their sunny, yellow petals and orange trumpets always make me feel happy.
I stopped in front of her. She looked sad.
Her eyes were staring straight ahead as she twisted her hands in slow circles.
‘Hello.’ I smiled. ‘Can I help you? Have you lost something?’
She looked up at me with her small, green eyes. Without replying she looked back down at the daffodils.
I thought perhaps she hadn’t heard me so I said, ‘Hello’ again, but she just kept staring.
‘Um. . . are you okay? You look a bit sad,’
‘Do I know you?’ she asked.
‘I don’t think so. My name is Olive. I live in the house over there.’
‘That’s nice’ she replied. Her eyes followed my finger as I pointed to a little cottage.
‘Do you live around here too?’ I asked softly.
She twisted her hands even harder. ‘I’m, I’m not sure.’
She looked up at me, her face a mixture of hope and worry.
‘Do you know where I live? I’m trying to remember, but I just can’t seem to’.
‘I’m sorry, but I don’t’ I replied softly. ‘Are you lost? Maybe if you tell me your name?’
She turned away, and in a tiny voice said, ‘I can’t remember my name.’
A tear rolled down her cheek.
‘I’m sure my mum can help, Why don’t you come home with me and we’ll ask her?’
I held out my hand. She placed her wrinkled palm in mine, and we began to walk together.
As we walked, I started to sing a song in time to our footsteps.
I love music and I sing and whistle all the time.
My grandpa loved music too, and the song I began to hum was an old tune he used to sing to me when I was little.
♪ ‘Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do. I’m half-crazy all for the love of you.’ ♪
As we walked, her voice joined mine, and soon we were both singing along.
We were almost at my house when she stopped suddenly and announced, ‘Daisy! That’s my name. Daisy Bullock!
Now I remember!’ and her face broke into a wide smile.
I looked at her and grinned. ‘Very nice to meet you Daisy.’
When we got inside, I told Mum how Daisy and I had met, and that at first, she couldn’t remember her name.
But once we began singing, her memory came back!
Mum sat Daisy down and made us all a cup of tea.
Daisy began to remember more and more.
She remembered that she lived on the other side of the park with her daughter.
She told us how forgetful she was lately, and how she was finding it hard to remember even the little things.
She took my hand again and held it as she said, ‘But when Olive began to sing, my memory started to come back.’
She smiled again.
Mum and I drove Daisy home.
Her daughter was so happy and hugged her tight.
She explained how Daisy kept forgetting things.
I said that was okay because I sometimes forgot things too.
Daisy asked if I would come visit her again.
I said I’d like that very much. Now we go to my park together.
As we walk, we sing all the old songs that my grandpa taught me.
And Daisy remembers things just fine.