Dandelion Wishes

A dandelion is a weed
But with one puff, its seeds are freed,
Though what you really ought to know
Is you should wish before you blow.

Will such a wish come true? It might
For as the fluffy stuff takes flight,
It scatters quickly on the breeze
And lands where not a soul foresees.

Perhaps it gently settles down
Upon the King of Wishes’ crown.
That seems a better bet to make
Than candle wishes from a cake.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 10:05 PM
Love it! I think I'll put dandelions on my next birthday cake. xomo!
Devonshire Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 6:25 PM
An uplifting poem that takes me back to "wishes" made in childhood. The last verse with the "King of Wishes" is especially delightful, Ilene. Wonderful poem! Hugs, Carolyn
Manassian Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 6:22 PM
:) How delightful. I love blowing on dandelions and seeing that "fluffy stuff" take flight Beautiful, dear. Hugs
Lawless Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 5:20 PM
sent a million of those wish seekers on their way as a kid.....and have to believe that a few have come home....And enjoyable read Ilene....thanks for the memory...
Dietrich Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 5:17 PM
yes, you get a lot more wishes. I have written of dandelion wishes too, Ilene. They are something from our childhood and I wonder if today's kids get to experience these things as much.
Donnelly Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 4:11 PM
Wishes on seeds that can land to sow your wish for it to then grow does seem better than a flame being given your wish to claim since a candle lit, when out it's blown, has no hope of being sown! lol Love it, Ilene. All the best to you. :) ~ Artsie xx
Allison Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 3:58 PM
what a charming poem Ilene, as a child I would make a wish and blow - now when I see one in my garden I wish they weren't there! hugs Jan xx
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