Dandelions

"Dandelion Wishes" was written after my sweet Natey-baby (just turned 5) was picking seeded dandelions and told me he was picking me "wishes".  Really?  He could not be any sweeter.  He's been picking dandelions for me since he was just little.  This poem is still in progress but here is what I have so far...

Dandelion Wishes

Dew clinging to blades of grass,

just greening in newly-found

spring sun.

Bending down, his copper-toned

hair shimmering, sapphire-eyes

focusing as he unearths

spring’s first seed-dandelion.

 “Mom, I picked you a wish!” his joy

rippling in the breeze.

Shoving it into my hand,

we gaze at delicate, white

pinwheels splayed on top of a dappled

launching pad of hope.

He waits eagerly for me to close my

eyes, blowing spores

across my yard, guaranteeing wishes

throughout the summer.

“Let’s wish together”, I suggest,

savoring the smile spreading

across his freckled face.

Wrinkling his nose, his chest expands

with loud intake of breath as

twirling flecks of silver soar

throughout the glowing sunlight

across greening grass.

This was in 2008, Nate was a  little over two.  My heart is just melting, how grateful I am for my very sweet boy!