NaPoWriMo 2018-04 -- Day 4, a Poem for Mom
First Dandelions
The first two dandelions
were growing wild, in our yard
Our eight-year-old granddaughter
had the honor of picking
The first had gone to white seeds
she blew the seeds to the wind
Second was a nice yellow
that
one she saved for her mom
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Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
I'm writing for Brendan MacODrum at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-four-transformations.html
I'm also linked to Day Four of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-6/. If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers
I'm also linked to Day Four of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-6/. If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers
Labels: Flowers, Grandchildren, NaPoWriMo 2018, Poem, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 4/04/2018 12:30:00 AM
12 comments
12 Comments:
Sweet poem. I like dandelions.
I remember how long it took me to accept that dandelions carried a curse of weed also as flowers.
Thanks, Bjorn. I hardly ever think of them being weeds. In Texas we classify them as wildflower, weed is a bad word.
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Nice!!!!!! Jim
much love...
They are weeds here in Australia, but I always loved them (so did my Dad).
I love dandelions as I do your poem :)
So sweet, Jim.
I just learned the dandelions are the first food for bees. I love their sunny yellow, and the white seeds that blow in the wind.
I love dandelion sunshine! I hope she made a wish on the seeds before she gave the yellow one to her mum. :)
I agree, so sweet. I can picture the little one giving the dandelion to her mom :-)
So lovely🌺
Oh, I love dandelions. I always picked them when I was a child to deliver to my mother. She's put them in water and place them on the kitchen table.
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