The Most Beautiful FLOWER!

The other day Eli was so excited to bring me a handful of dandelions which I carefully  placed in a glass of water to be displayed on our windowsill. I was reminded of a poem I wrote a few years ago as one of the kids became the next child to complete this same ritual over and over again one summer and I realized I had fallen in love with dandelions. In honor of Mother’s Day and in honor of mothers everywhere I decided to share it.  (Yes, I love to write poetry, and after recently discovering both my grandmother and great grandfather were poets, I'd like to think I'm just following a family tradition)

Most call it a weed; think it quite an intrusion

It flaunts no great splendor, it makes no illusion

 

A rare find it's not, there are loads to be found

Too many in fact – it’s just a pest in the ground

 

But if you seek the world over, searching both high and low

You can’t find a more glorious flower - it just doesn't grow

It’s picked tenderly with love and excitement untold

And becomes a priceless gift, more valuable than diamonds or gold

Tiny fingers coddle and protect this great treasure

A cherished offering to be given with so much pleasure

A careful dance across the yard to deliver this precious treat

Eyes sparkle full of pride as a kiss makes the offering complete

To be a mother is to be blessed indeed

Of fancy roses and gladiolas we have no need

Only the beauty of a flower much more simply styled

And the unwavering love of an innocent child