A dandelion ceases to be a beautiful flower
when a child is told
it’s just a weed.
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I picked a dandelion for you today
and put it on your grave
along with a visiting stone.
Although I’m 35,
I reverted back to the little girl
who brought you yellow flowers
to show my love.
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You never once told me
a dandelion was just a weed.
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When I returned home from the cemetery
my daughter skipped up to me
with a surprise.
“While you were gone,”
she said,
“I found these for you.”
In one hand she revealed a stone.
In the other, a dandelion.
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I thanked her for
the precious gifts.
