Dandelions in the wind
He spoke to me through Gods’ breath
A child in despair
He grows up wishing for death
On his grave I sit
I introduce myself and pray
Blue skies with snowflakes
Carried to me, over me, this sunny day
A message of serenity
He speaks of happy memories
Children playing in a field
Making wishes and climbing trees
Tell Albert for me please
I’m happy as a Dandelion in the wind

by Sula Miller