The First Bouquet
How do we know
Spring has come to our land?
With a bouquet of dandelions in her hand
A
little girl comes bouncing in.
Her face lit up with
a great big grin.
Her eyes all a
twinkle with secret delight,
She tries to keep
them out of sight;
“Cover your eyes,”
she says joyously,
“Guess what I’m
holding in back of me.”
This first bouquet
I’ll always treasure.
To a little girl it
gave such pleasure
To pick these
flowers for me, no other,
A gift of love from
daughter to mother.
Who says dandelions
are worthless weeds
Sprung from a bunch
of useless seeds?
When a little girl
gathers in these blooms,
Their golden beauty
fills the room.
Out of the window I
gaze at the grass
Covered with
dandelions all amass.
And behold such
beauty! How do I know?
The eyes of a child
have made it so.
How do we know
Spring is really here?
When a little girl
so full of cheer
Comes prancing in
with her own bouquet,
Of dandelions in
gorgeous array.
June 5, 1972
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