A Mother’s Day Reflection
The humble dandelion
WHO is this mother I
have layed to rest?
Poor helpless one who
wandered through
life leaving me behind
But remember she did
not have the tools to
help me survive
I became the mother
and she became the child
I think of all the flowers
I could place upon her
grave
The dandelion
and its tenacious ways
Its stubborn roots
midst dirt and clay
On tough green stems
clinging to life
When tough times came
Waving its
bright yellow face
In the end taught me
how to survive
SO lay down your sweet
head and rest!
Really mama I know
you did your best!
