carefully stepping over
as I walk
towards that gate

a dandelion picked
and squashed
now in discarded fate

she held it – innocent
on the way here in the car

smiling grinning laughing
fwower fwower fwower

it fell from little hands
as did
her happiness when

she flung her arms around me
what was to happen then

when I reached that metal gate
I gave
into my pain

running back
to pick it up
I took her happiness home.

©Julie Proudfoot