Dandelion

Photo by Greg Hume
Photo by Greg Hume

A Dandelion for My Mother

By Jean Nordhaus

How I loved those spiky suns,
rooted stubborn as childhood
in the grass, tough as the farmer’s
big-headed children—the mats
of yellow hair, the bowl-cut fringe.
How sturdy they were and how
slowly they turned themselves
into galaxies, domes of ghost stars
barely visible by day, pale
cerebrums clinging to life
on tough green stems.   Like you.
Like you, in the end.   If you were here,
I’d pluck this trembling globe to show
how beautiful a thing can be
a breath will tear away.
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10 thoughts on “Dandelion

  1. So very moving – thank you for sharing this. Your words here consistently demonstrate how caring you are and leads me to believe that somebody – perhaps your own mother – taught you about the importance of nurture and nature in combination.

    Here’s my early wish that your Mother’s Day will be filled with delight and unexpected laughter.

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