The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 14

Dandelion
It was a Sunday afternoon
He put the top down of his car
She put on her shades
They took a drive not too far
To the lake where the water
Softly flowed to the bank
Ducks playing in the reeds
As their feet on soft grass sank
She threw open a red blanket
He tossed himself to the ground
She curled her legs under her
And placed the basket down
With his head on her lap
He smiled and pointed to sky
She picked a dandelion
As he watched clouds float by
Make a wish she said
He blew the seeds in the air
Then he kissed her lips
As they settled in her hair
-Sister Frances