Sierra V. Fedorko

a dandelion is a dandelion
unless
given by a child.

in which case it is the whole world,
their whole world, plucked, held out—
for you.

I hold these dandelions
in my palm, pull these
dandelions from my hair,
so rich am I to carry
such love,
my joy etched deep
in laugh-lines—
rivers where all these flowers
soft and wilting
take root for good, forever.

sweetness lingers long after
the bloom,
moments spill out
like treasure,
I’m holding tight and
letting go
all the while running
errands
with a flower in my hair.

a dandelion is a dandelion
unless
you are a mother.

-S.V.F. // For Good, Forever

read more:

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There Are Things I Wasn’t Prepared for When I Became a Mother

Bunk Bed – a poem for Thursday Evening with You

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