each spring day

we talked about the dandelions

how the seeds

when gently blown

caused new

baby fairies

to fly away and be born

whose job was to

spread more

good and happiness

throughout the world

each day

she carefully brought in

the head or seed

of a dandelion

carrying it

ever so gently

and

delivering it

into my hands

just before class

when at last

at the end of our

kindergarten year

i went to clean out

my little drawer 

one tiny blossom 

was left 

for me

in that safe haven

waiting

to be blown to the wind

and it was

a gift to behold.

—

“beautiful as a dandelion-blossom,

golden in the green grass,

this life can be.

common as a dandelion-blossom,

beautiful in the clean grass,

not beautiful because common,

beautiful because beautiful,

noble because common,

because free.”

– edna st. vincent millay