Poetry

A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.
Memories of You
are Dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in me.
When I see dandelions
I think of you and
how deeply rooted
you are in me.


Written 2011 S.A.B.