Plotting world domination one poem at a time...
Yes, indeed! Nothing more beautiful than a yellow flower in a child's hand.
A precious poem. A beautifully expressed truth!
not just a yellow flower, a DEFIANT yellow flower. about as defiant as that toddler, i'm guessing.
Oh yeah, she was definitely a defiant little one and kept me well-stocked with bouquets of dandelions during the spring and summer.
I've received dandelions from my young grandchild too. And I have said thank you! I know what you mean. Nice write.
Yes, aren't they just? :-)
I love it!
I love those little hands ~
They are, they are... and I would go so far as to say a child's loving heart is enough to transform even the weediest weeds into true flowers.
Tender and sweet! The innocence of youth and the beauty to see much in so little~ I think poets do that, we somehow keep an innocence eye, to capture the magic of the ordinary! Thank you for sharing your gift~
Of course they are!
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