I never did the <br />''He loves me not.... <br />He loves me'' game <br />with flowers. <br />I already knew nobody loved me <br />so why should I listen <br />to a stupid flower? <br /> <br />I did make wishes <br />on dandelions <br />after the bloom died <br />and it was tiny spikes of fluff <br />waiting to blow away <br />till next year. <br /> <br />I hated wasting my time <br />but I couldn't resist. <br />I figured <br />''If there's even a small hope <br />that this will work.... <br />I've got to try! '' <br /> <br />I would find a spot <br />where nobody could see me <br />and I'd whisper <br />my one wish <br />the same wish <br />every time. <br /> <br />Thousands of dandelions <br />blown away <br />by my pleading breath. <br /> <br />I never told a soul <br />my wishes. <br />Until now. <br />I wished to be happy <br />one day... <br />with a husband <br />who loves me <br />and kids who love me. <br />I wished so hard... <br /> <br />I never thought <br />those dandelions <br />were listening.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dandelions-were-listening-2/
