O DANDELION
O Dandelion, yellow as gold, what do you do all day?
“I just wait here in the tall, green grass, ’till the children come to play.”
“I just wait here in the tall, green grass, ’till the children come to play.”
O Dandelion, yellow as gold, what do you do all night?
“I wait and wait, while the cool dew falls, and my hair grows long and white.”
“I wait and wait, while the cool dew falls, and my hair grows long and white.”
And what do you do when your hair grows white, and the children come to play?
“They take me in their dimpled hands, and blow my hair away!”
“They take me in their dimpled hands, and blow my hair away!”
- by Marlys Swinger
If the little guy needs more yellow in his bouquet, he can visit my yard!
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It's always sweet when the little ones brings momma a bouquet of flowers even if they are dandelions. I remember those days well. I would put the little bouquet in a small vase and act like they were the finest roses. And with the sweet little smiles that came with the gift, they were just as precious to me as flowers from the florist! Love the poem.
ReplyDeleteI am married to a man who cringes at the sight of the first dandelion. Me? I love them!
ReplyDeletethat is the one flower i can grow!
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My kids are happy to find them for me too! ALL over our yard. :)
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Mickey
A Helicopter Mom
My mom recited this poem to me often during my childhood. I of course found myself reciting it to my children when they were young, though I didn't have it memorized as well as she did. I wonder if my children will be saying it to their kids someday?
ReplyDeleteThanks for a sweet post that brings sweet memories.
Laura
http://lauranell.com
When my boys were little guys they would bring me dandelions in bunches as if they were roses.
ReplyDeleteI would put them in a tiny vase with water.
I miss those days.
I miss the days of blowing the white puffy seedling dandelions, making a wish. I always knew it would come true...
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