DANDELIONS

Dandelions

 

Dandelions were nothing more than mere weeds

But every spring there was a fresh batch in bloom

 And you would pluck them half stemmed from the earth they grew,

Offering them in a hand held bouquet wrapped in ear to ear grins.

 

Sitting Crisscross applesauce; I thanked you shyly

 Pulled one from the batch and weaved it in my hair.

 

You would scamper back across the playing field to be greeted

By the stealing of your hat and the sneer from your peers.

 

 The flossy sisters, giggled and teased me,

            K-I-S-S-I-N-G

They sang on queue to the -so and so in a tree song

 But I quickly proceeded to make crowns; from the gift of sunshine you brought me,

To adorn their curls, instead of my lifeless locks

The melodies ended, my checks resumed to regular color.

 

We brushed shoulders for the next ten years

Pretending dandelions did not exist between us

Careful to never stray from our pack

 

But April rain continued to plant dandelions

In the fields that you played left of center

And where I sat quietly, writing poetry, c-stance against a maple.

 

Many of days I watched you play nine innings,

And then exit the field upon your winnings.

But this time I lost track of the time with in my rhymes,

 When the bat cracked the last home run of the season

 

One- snap

            Two-snap

                            Three-snap…

 

12 snaps and you reached me

 

With a hand held bouquet of dandelions,

 Wrapped in an ear to ear grin. 

I laughed with the gesture to join me

You smiled and briefly Squatting as you tore, twisted, and tied

Molding and shaping a bouquet into a crown

You placed it upon my head and whispered,

 

 You will always be my dandelion queen~

 

 you leaned in, Kissed my lips,and whistled as you walked away

 

...And all my heart could do was hum the melody-

Me and you sitting in a tree

K-i-s-s-i-n-g