I saw a clutch of dandelions today
laying beside the school garbage;
someone couldn't quite throw them away.
At fifty I
remembered
why dandelions exist--not to thwart Adam and Eve
or the Saturday gardener
but to make sunbeam bouquets for all
empty pocket children.
4 comments:
cute! I love love love this!
that was beautiful mother :)
my mother is a beautiful poet
beautifully simple, simply beautiful.
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