When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always sing to me;
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do
I’m half crazy, all for the love of you
It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle built for two
I would fall asleep to her voice lulling me.
My grandmother died in a freak accident. She was swimming in Daisy Creek, when she drowned. She was a strong swimmer. Nobody thought she had ‘just drowned’.
It had been said, that Daisy Creek was haunted and anyone to die there would never fully pass onto the other side.
I never believed this silly myth, I was always one for logic and scientific evidence.
Later one night, about a month after my grandmothers drowning, I was laying in my bed. I couldn’t sleep. Something just didn’t feel right.
It was very cold. There was ice forming on the windows. I couldn’t feel my toes.
I could hear the faintest footsteps, but I just disregarded it, thinking it was my mother.
I heard the sound of my door opening. I hid under the covers. I feel the bed dip beside me. My breath stills.
I feel the covers being tucked slightly under my sides.
I take my head out from under the blankets. My grandmother smiles at me. I wipe my eyes, thinking I was asleep and it was all a dream.
She cups my cheek.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do
I’m half crazy, all for the love to you
It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet, upon a seat of a bicycle built for two
