DANDELION WISHES
When I was small and my children too, we called them, one o’clock’s.
We used to gather the seed balls, blow on them and count the hours,
We did not realize we were propagating hundreds of pretty flowers
As we ran laughing in the meadow without our shoes and socks.

We watched the seedlings with their parachute dance along,
Carried on the wind, travelling over the hill and far away,
Each child wondering if that seed would ever land and stay
In it’s new home and live to sing a dandelion’s dream song.

If we could let our wishes and dreams fly like one o’clock seeds,
Fill our lives with hope and joy so every type of problem we meet
Will be blessed by hope and gladness as our dreams sail high,
And wishes for the future can meet our daily little needs

Wishes and dreams can come true, like seeds blown by the wind,
Tiny specks of rebirth wandering, then finding a place to lie,
Then sink into soil to grow like the parent flower toward the sky,
Until it flowers another child comes to blow their seed on the wind.

I was always a one o’clock blower and my heart will always be,
Full of hope and precious dreams and rebirth all my life through,
For then life is worth living when hope and dreams are in you,
Then there will be hope that will last through now and eternity.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 March 2004