Dandelion Wishes
Dancing through a field of awakened childhood dreams,
Anticipating summer days bursting at the seams,
Nature calls a shy, young girl outdoors to explore.
Dandelion heads of gold cannot be ignored.
Eager to wish on the wind, she picks a bunch to blow.
Laughing as she chases fluff, seeds search for soil to grow.
I remember that young girl and all she dared to wish.
Often thoughts slip back in time to memories embellished.
Never again have I felt that young, so hopeful and free
Waiting for tomorrow and life's possibilities.
I could wrap myself awhile in these ornate dreams,
Savoring memories made in the summer's golden beams.
Happiness danced along with petals in the wind.
Each time I see dandelions, the joy returns like an old friend
Someday, I might pick a bunch to chase wishes again
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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