Posted in Photography, Poetry


Oh so rare
a heart that takes you in
a bouquet for mother
your rubbing a yellow chin
she will be happy
you skip two beats
a hop, a jump
you run. Mother
I love you so
please do not hesitate
love me for who I am
and not what you expect.
I need you to see me                     with mutual respect.

2 thoughts on “Dandelion

  1. What a flurry of poignancy in those first three lines alone. Then the skip, hop, jump and the plea. I like your dandelion poem very much.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply to Jeanne Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s