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,
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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
Oh my, so beautiful. Quite teary after the read! Priceless.; D Rated it 10 but PH rating not working again.