Dandelions

Dandelions

I always felt bad for dandelions, I thought they got a bad rap...

They were the unwanted weeds in your lawn, but I loved the bright yellow spark of color they added...

I loved the way we picked them, and held them up under our chins...

And if it cast yellow on our child soft skin, it meant we liked butter...

Was that it? that's how I remember it...

But who doesn't like butter...

When my friend's dad passed we sat on their kitchen counters, we each had our own cube of butter and dipped the rolls in them...

Butter became even more soothing then...

And a couple years later when my mom passed, my friend brought me a small gift bag with a cube of butter in it to the viewing...

My eyes filled with tears, and I felt seen and loved...

The most beautiful moments are so simple and smothered in butter...

6-14-21

I am reading this poem on my YouTube channel "My Mess and The Bliss" -recorded Aug 23, 2021