Dandelion

Dandelion (written by April Trice)

This child, so pure

With clear eyes

She sees.

Not dirt

Nor weeds

…just the Majesty.

Those who are broken

She knows them well.

Like love’s small oracle

Their fears, she quells.

From birth

Her soul was meant to shine.

At times I’m humbled

For this child is mine.

I watch her walk through life,

Pristine.

She’s against the tide

She walks upstream.

With no complaints

She embraces a world

That holds the mystery

That soothes the soul.

The weeds are flowers

The dirt, magic sand.

She sees the opulence

And finds it bland.

Born of nature

It’s there she dwells.

The sun, the moon

Her childhood pals.

Where others falter

This child, she shines.

She knows no fear

To hate, she’s blind.

Oh, how she wishes there could be

One thousand and one

Dandelion seeds.

To scatter

To spread

Across the land.

Oblivious

To the shout of man.

A weed! They say.

You pull it OUT.

Don’t scatter all those seeds about!

A weed?

What’s that?

I know not the word.

This child of mine

Thinks man absurd.

For if they had sense

And if they had eyes

Then they’d see with certainty.

The Dandelion .

Wise.

Who is this spirit

Bequeathed to me?

I’m humbled

To be raising

Thee.

Your heart

Untainted.

Your smile

So kind.

I love you

My child.

With your

Dandelion

Mind.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: