He brought a bunch of dandelions this little son of mine, <br />'For You', he said and gave me them his little face ashine, <br />A Dandelion is but a weed, the lowliest of bouquets, <br />But from my baby's little hand, they're glorified today, <br /> <br />So i took that bunch of Dandelions and put them in a vase, <br />And watched the smile light upon my son's angelic face, <br />No longer just some Dandelions, a bouquet now so divine, <br />A sweet and cherished memory, from now on to be mine.... <br /> <br />(dedicated top my Mother Mary)<br /><br />Leslie Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dandelions-12/
