Memories of Dandelions
Each year dandelions get a lot said
About them that is not good.
However,they bring back memories
To me,as I know they would.
Remembering Mother digging them from her yard
In the Spring-to clean, cook and eat.
They were tender and delicious,
And to me were a treat.
No one else in the neighborhood,
Seemed to love the yellow weeds,
But to me it was a pleasure,
And I didnt even have to plant the seeds.
Mother had the knack
Of knowing when they were best,
She handled them carefully,
And treated them with zest.
And who hasnt watched their young ones,
Go and pick a bouquet
With tiny, loving hands to bring to Mom,
On a warm and sunny day.
Mom always accepted them,
And put them in a vase,
She thanked her little one,
For the gift she couldnt replace.
So let the dandelions grow up
Around me - theyll always be a part
Of those precious times I recall,
With tenderness in my heart.