Dandelion .11

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Dandelion .11

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Poem by: jessicanumber1

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Genre: Poetry

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tried to write a poem from the perspective of someone who has passed on, looking on to a loved one.

Summary

tried to write a poem from the perspective of someone who has passed on, looking on to a loved one.

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Submitted: October 01, 2012

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Submitted: October 01, 2012

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Wind pushed by a big rig, 
Southbound, On the 101
Blows a dandelion apart
Into tiny floating, bits.
 
I send one of the bits 
Off the roadway and down
Under the bridge to your town.
I want you to know I still exist.
 
I watch it,
From where I am
Travel to where you are.
Outside, in your garden
 
Wearing your baking apron
From your very first job
I was so proud of you 
Such a proud mother
 
The tiny puff of white
Dances and floats 
In the air far above your head 
I send it a few feet lower.
 
It glides in the air past
Your rosemary and chives
And almost to the ground, 
But I lift it back to eye level.
 
I tingle being this close to you 
You’ve grown up so much since last
I wish you could understand
How close I always am.
 
The dandelion seed 
The baby of the flower
My baby, my only child
I brush it by your cheek
 
Your head turns and you
Wipe your dirt-covered hands
Across your face 
And then on the pocket of your jeans
 
I wish I you could hear me 
Say, “Those are not napkins.”
So I could hear you giggle
But the dandelion is all I’ve got.
 
I do my best to drift the seed
Past you a few more times 
Before you finish watering 
head into your home made home.
 
 
 


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