DANDELIONS
I look at you my single friend, your clothes all bright and new,
And wonder how it might have been if i had stayed like you.
If we were still to share that flat and go to work each day,
Our only worry in the world-how to spend next weeks pay!
I cant help feeling envious of your weekends free and happy
Of your next sunday morning sleep-ins, how you never change a nappy.
And of our trips down to the beach, you lie there in the sun
And while your lying basking, i sunbake as i run.
We make arrangements, you and i, to meet to see a show,
I phone the babies teething, im sorry i cant go:mad:
I cant just leave him fretful, you say that its ok
I sit at home regretful, perhaps another day.
And as im sitting pensive, the back doors thrown wide
and a grubby little person, comes running from outside.
His shirt is torn, his shorts askew, his hair is thick and rumpled,
and in his hand a dandelion, its petals limp and crumpled.
He climbs up, then, on my lap and looks into my face.
His eyes tell me in his small world, this is his favourite place.
He put his arms around my neck, ( his hands are sticky too)
He put his mouth against my ear and whispers "i lub you"
I swap the years of memories, for this one precious minute
He carefully finds my button hole, and put the flower in it.
And then i know my single friend, though my luxuries may be few,
As long as there are dandelions i'll not swap lives with you.
(I got this at my parents group today..... isnt it sweet)
A great reminder! I know sometimes I get jealous of those who can run off shopping with out a thought, or sleep through the night, or sleep in, or have their house stay CLEAN after they clean it...
Thanks!
Reply With QuoteThat is sooo sweet
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