DandelionsA Poem by Raspberry RebelMy first bunch of flowers from my youngest daughter at the age of 2There was a time when dandelions would be a menace in my lawn
of vivid green; their seed pods
bubbling like a foamy sea would spoil its
glossy pristine velvet sheen. With sprays of every
kind I would wage war but nothing that I
did could stop their spread, those sunny little
faces I abhor would greet me when
I rose up from my bed. Then one warm sunny
morn, her fingers tight with kiss curls and
a grin she offered me, a tiny gold bouquet,
my heart took flight the wonder on her
face a joy to see. Upon my table top her
smile did stay my weeding war solved
by a child at play. © 2013 Raspberry RebelReviews
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