Dandelion

Your yellow petals

have nestled many times

beneath my chin

where pollen mixed

with morning dew

left tell tale signs of you

I remember the first

Moment

I laid eyes on you

Your golden head

Sunfilled to the brim

was bobbing in the wind

When I picked you

and gave you

to my mother

she cried silver tears

Years later

when she died

I placed ten wreaths

of yellow suns

upon her grave...

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