Light As a Dandelion
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When I was a young girl, the dandelions that appeared in our neighborhood captivated me. I spent countless hours walking down the street plucking the dandelions from the ground, bringing them home and placing the yellow-flowered stems in a water-filled Mason jar. Sometimes I gathered them into a bouquet and gave them as presents to my parents or friends.
Occasionally, I’d snatch a dandelion stem containing a fluffy white blowball and bring it to my face, examining its delicate symmetry before blowing the white seeds into the air and making a dandelion wish.
I was but a child then, carefree and light like a wispy, white blowball. I’m an adult now, no longer quite as lighthearted or worry-free. Yet, I still delight in making dandelion wishes.
I’m a ball of tense living,
a tumbleweed with steel-toed shoes.
Can’t remember the last time,
I felt light as a dandelion.
Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker | Year Posted 2023
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