They were the golden days in many ways,
When I once gave Mom dandelion bouquets.
She loved those bright vases of blooms,
Cheering the corners of childhood rooms!
The lavender dawns and crimson evenings,
Plus the deep golden yellows in between,
Gave rise to such kaleidoscopic memories,
As a rare gemstone's glittering energies.
A lovely poem that creates a beautiful painting of colorful flowers imbued with hreat memories of childhood.
Dandelioms even if they are considered weeds their color yellow is so striking especially when they bloom in groups.
Evelyn you are magnificent eith colors. You really bring emotions with those colors. That makes me your all time fan. Full of positivity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely done!