Dandelion

I wrote this poem in January and it was featured on my old blog. I thought I would repost it here.

I remember the first time I saw her-
she stood out in the crowd with her delicate golden hair.
How it shined in the sunlight!
I adored watching the light pass through the strands,
glistening as she swayed to and fro.

I loved that dance.

Then one day I noticed her hair was no longer golden, but white.
Had I not noticed the change?
Had time cheated me of relishing in her beauty and scent?
Or had all the long hours
seemed diminished to a few fond memories?

Even though she was now much more fragile and her scent had changed,
she was still my girl.

Until one day as I looked out my window I saw a mere child pluck her up and blow into her luminous hair,
and I watched as it scattered into the breeze and all that was left was her lifeless body,
thrown aside like a weed.
A tear flowed down my cheek as I stood there watching her demise.

Oh, how I had loved her.

But where there is death, there is birth
and now I count the days until I can watch her beautiful children grow.

Poem titled Dandelion. Photos courtesy of Stock Xchng.

Copyright © 2008 April Nanney