Dandelion Trails

Blessings on thy sunny face,

In my heart thou hast a place,

Humble Dandelion!...

(Source: "Canadian Wild Flowers," by Helen M. Johnson)

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The day was busy (aren't they all?)

with errands, cleaning, cooking and phone calls.

I was out and about, one more thing yet to do;

but then I came home and found such a trail.

From my parked car, 

down the sidewalk and into the door,

everywhere, everywhere, dandelions galore.

Through the kitchen and hall, 

bathroom, bedrooms and all,

I followed a trail,

a Dandelion Trail

which my little boy had made forgetting no detail. 

Carefully, carefully I tiptoed up the stairs,

for the trail, not just in singles, now split off in pairs.

He went to each bedroom, stopping just at each door

laying a posie right on the floor. 

Then in my room,

I found this sweet surprise.

A Mother's Day's gift 

bringing a twinkle to my eyes.

Now as I sit drinking coffee on this Mother's Day morning,

I think of my children who gave me this calling.

To be wise, to be gentle,

to be fierce when I need be,

to be tender, to be funny

to be forgiving, showing mercy. 

Oh gracious, what a journey

this motherhood thing,

but I was raised by a mother

who was wise, who was tender;

she was fierce when needed,

but yet tender and funny.

She was always forgiving, teaching me about mercy,

loving me and my sisters (even when we made life topsy-turvy).

Thank you Mom for all that you are,

for being my friend, my guide, my confidant.

You've given me the example, 

a good one to follow,

of being a mother to my little brood

making me worthy of Dandelion bouquets

making me smile, feeling renewed. 

(Whew, that was a crazy rhyming nightmare!)

Love,

Dianne

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!