Plant poem Day 22 NAPOWRIMO

NAPOWRIMO poem for Day 22, a poem about a plant.

Dandelion

Please believe you’re not a weed.

If my neighbors didn’t spray you

I’d have plopped you in my salad,

or made herbal tea from your leaves.

For heaven’s sake, every child brings

a bouquet of your yellow wilting soft

flowers to their mom on some

remarkable spring day. Remarkable

because of you. Some of those children

even wear your yellow color smudged

on their upper lips. Yes, for heaven’s sake,

stubborn teens favor tattoos of you;

and not a tattoo of your flower, but instead

the seeded leftovers after your bloom is gone,

all those fluffy travelers hell-bent

on survival in the neighbors’ yards.