He brought a bunch of dandelions this little son of mine,
'For You', he said and gave me them his little face ashine,
A Dandelion is but a weed, the lowliest of bouquets,
But from my baby's little hand, they're glorified today,
So i took that bunch of Dandelions and put them in a vase,
And watched the smile light upon my son's angelic face,
No longer just some Dandelions, a bouquet now so divine,
A sweet and cherished memory, from now on to be mine....
(dedicated top my Mother Mary)
Leslie Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dandelions-12/
