Dandelions

He’d stop his bike on a dime Almost every day Come runnin’ in with a big ole grin Taking time out from his play Say mommy here I picked these And I hope you love them so To mama they were better Than any store bought rose In a plastic cup on the window sill They sat there on display In a day or less they’d turn brown And surely wilt away But mama always loved them Each and every time Who’d of thought the best gift she got Was always dandelions In the summer of his 6th birthday Mama lost her fight When the bouquets came there on display For our families shining light Was a vase there front and center For all the world to see A cup of dandelions so fine To help set her spirit free In the plastic cup from our window sill They sat there on display In a day or less they’d turn brown And surely wilt away But mama always loved them Each and every time Who’d of thought the best gift she got Was always dandelions I know that she is up there Sending down a sign Cause In the summer since she left us Our yard is full of dandelions He stops his bike on a dime Almost every day...