Ann Gilmour Poet Rhyme

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

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Kimberly Sikorski May 19, 2020 at 7:30 PM Wonderful poem about childhood friendships ! Congratulations !!!!

Gary Radice May 19, 2020 at 4:49 PM Great poem and congratulations! PS: The name dandelion comes from the French: Les dents du Lion (Lion's Teeth) - which I guess they look like in their yellow form before they slowly turn white.

Connie Marcum Wong April 24, 2019 at 7:15 AM Not true as far as my experience. I grew up thinking how blessed I was that no one cared when I picked them to bring home as flowers. Loved your story Ann. Congratulations on your win! : ) Ann Gilmour April 24, 2019 at 8:13 PM So glad you enjoyed my poem Connie and thanks for your congrats and visit, which is always appreciated. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Joseph May April 7, 2019 at 9:07 AM Another story about the dandelions states that if a child picks the tallest dandelion stalk in spring it will show much they will grow in the coming year..Nicely penned Ann Ann Gilmour April 7, 2019 at 7:39 PM Oh I have not heard that tale before Joseph, thank you for your visit, much appreciated. Kindest thoughts Ann xx

M. L. Kiser April 2, 2019 at 12:43 PM I regularly eat them in salad; pick'em all of the time...nope, bed's dry! Think of all of the nutrients you missed. Beautifully done; you have a very colorful friend. Ann Gilmour April 2, 2019 at 2:47 PM Oh do you ML, that is interesting and so glad you are not wetting your bed, haha. Many thanks for your lovely comments, with kindest thoughts Ann xx

Caren Krutsinger April 1, 2019 at 7:28 PM What a fantastic poetical story for the contest! Good luck, Ann. I think it is a winner. I have picked so many dandelions it is nuts, but I have wet my bed too; not sure if there was a correlation or not. Ann Gilmour April 2, 2019 at 2:46 PM Hahaha...you do make me laugh Caren! Thank you so much for your great comments, I really appreciate them. Kinest thoughts Ann xx

John Castellenas April 1, 2019 at 4:43 PM Wonderful poem for the dandelion. I have picked many. Ann Gilmour April 1, 2019 at 4:50 PM Ah, but did they make you wet the bed, haha. Thank you so much for your lovely comment John, I appreciate your visit, so nice to meet you. Kindest thoughts Ann xx