MN (11-08-1970 / )

The Dandelions Were Listening

I never did the
''He loves me not....
He loves me'' game
with flowers.
I already knew nobody loved me
so why should I listen
to a stupid flower?

I did make wishes
on dandelions
after the bloom died
and it was tiny spikes of fluff
waiting to blow away
till next year.

I hated wasting my time
but I couldn't resist.
I figured
''If there's even a small hope
that this will work....
I've got to try! ''

I would find a spot
where nobody could see me
and I'd whisper
my one wish
the same wish
every time.

Thousands of dandelions
blown away
by my pleading breath.

I never told a soul
my wishes.
Until now.
I wished to be happy
one day...
with a husband
who loves me
and kids who love me.
I wished so hard...

I never thought
those dandelions
were listening.

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Comments (16)

Wow, this is wonderful. What a poignant beginning and radiant close.
Hey Mary, this poem is definately gonna become one of my favourites. It is fab. Keep those finger strickin' the keyboard in the great way that they do. All the best and keep writing buzzin' poems. Check mine out if you fancy. Love Becky! !
Sculpted to perfection.This is worth a more meaningful comment than I feel able to do.Love Duncan
Just heard Max Reif perfrom it. This one goes into my favorites. Good job! Sincerement R.
Excellent one, Mary. I read Jefferson Carter's comments and think he helped you tighten this up wonderfully - more terse, more energy in each word.. Dandelions aren't any good for 'he loves me, he loves me not' (too many petals) but they work well for 'momma had a baby and her head popped off'... in this case, apparently revealing a poetry treasurehouse! -chuck
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