He brought a bunch of dandelions this little son of mine,
'For You', he said and gave me them his little face ashine,
A Dandelion is but a weed, the lowliest of bouquets,
But from my baby's little hand, they're glorified today,
So i took that bunch of Dandelions and put them in a vase,
And watched the smile light upon my son's angelic face,
No longer just some Dandelions, a bouquet now so divine,
A sweet and cherished memory, from now on to be mine....
(dedicated top my Mother Mary)
A sweet poem about a bouquet of dandelions that were given in love & received in love. I remember as a child doing the same thing by offering lowly dandelions to my mother. I also loved taking her liliacs too. Thanks for sharing & stirring up some sweet memories of mine. Spiritsong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my, so beautiful. Quite teary after the read! Priceless.; D Rated it 10 but PH rating not working again.