Dandelion

 

By Melissa E. Beckwith

In memory of my grandson

Jacob Connor Playforth

April 15, 2009—May 16, 2009

 

 

Tiny wisps of white

Riding on an unseen wind

 

Angry, determined rain drops

Drowning in an ocean

 

Soft and fuzzy flakes

Disappearing in a blanket of ice

 

There’s so much abundance

On this azure circle in the dark

 

Yet we had so little of you

 

Here and gone like a wisp of course breath

On a frozen morning

 

Your memory, though holds fast

 

You are the deep blue ocean

So full of unique excitement

 

You are the honeyed air of a new born spring

 

You are the cool moon

Dim in a black, endless sky

 

You are the radiant sun

Calling to the green Earth

 

You will forever be my

Beloved, cherished, joy.