Dandelions
A dandelion flower
as a child I was told
if picked
you would wet your bed
I gazed lovingly for hours
at her bright yellow flowers
something I did instead...
My dilemma
to pick or not to pick
was is it true
what picking a flower would do
or did she play a real mean trick
so I'd never pick
those bright yellow flowers
that I lovingly gazed at
for hours and hours
My 'bestie' named Rosie
had left me perplexed
in a quandary
not knowing
what I should do next...
Then one sunny day
in the month May
just as I was passing
with questions unanswered
still floating round inside my head
Upon drawing closer
to my utter dismay
her bright yellow flowers
had all gone away
Instead what was left
were fluffy white balls
like gossamer wings
exquisite ~ so fine
and softly I blew
the most gentle of breaths
as they floated like fairies
translucent ~ divine
Though I'm now an adult
I've still never picked
a dandelion flower
her words hold such power
For Rosie my 'bestie'
cajoled and convinced me
never to pick them
that this tale was true
So now I ask you ...
Do you know?
Have you picked one?
Did a dandelion make you wet your bed?
Or have I been well and truly mislead...
Written 1st April 2019
Contest: Dandelions
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
3rd Place
Contest Brian's Choice L
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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