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He died when I was a baby. I love the picture of him eating a dandelion.

Weed

WEED

a garden of rampant weeds.
my great-grandpa loved

to blow,
and eat,

raw dandelion.

Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Callus Avatar
April 26, 2017 at 9:01 AM
What we class as a weed is in fact another natural beauty which comes along with several health benefits! In your case it serves to keep memories alive. Regards // paul
Rodrigues Avatar
April 26, 2017 at 9:03 AM
Thank you, my friend! Weed brings to mind several things. There is gentle and comforting beauty in a patch of dandelions.
Rodd Avatar
April 25, 2017 at 1:45 PM
You've captured the beauty as well as the practical side of the dandelion. Short-n-sweet!
Rodrigues Avatar
April 25, 2017 at 2:26 PM
Thank you, Gayle!
Bauer Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 5:43 PM
very touching...
Rodrigues Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 7:39 PM
Thank you, Ilene!
Duet Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 1:56 PM
This reminds me so much of when I was a child...blowing those dandelions. I think some people make and drink dandelion tea too. Nice little poem, Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 4:56 PM
Thanks, Carole <3
Rodrigues Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 4:56 PM
Thanks, Carole <3
Green Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 12:59 PM
I've heard enjoy dandelion salad, never tried it and probably never would, but I guess with enough ranch dressing I could eat it. :) Nice one Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 24, 2017 at 1:27 PM
Thanks, Chris!
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