Some people think I’m a ****
but that’s not exactly true.
If you let me
there’s lots that I can do.
My blooms are bright like sunshine
popping up, smiling at you.
They invite the insects
like bees and butterflies, too.
They light up the grass in most seasons,
fall and summer and spring.
Children pick them to give to their mothers,
a surprise bouquet they bring.
All the plant can be eaten.
Flowers, leaves and roots
are full of healthy vitamins,
raw in salad or cooked in a soup.
But maybe best is when seeds grow
you can wish hard and gently blow.
As they float away to grow anew,
perhaps your wishes will come true.
This is the Children version of my earlier "Dandelion Whine". Planning to give it a place in the children's book I've been working on. The title of the poem will probably be part of the book's title but I haven't decided what that will be.
