I yearned to hold you
Even before I knew you
Fragile yet tough
My bright sunny flower

Amidst mountains and hills
You floated
Every day nearer to me you drew
Though the lands seemed arid and scorch
You thrived and waxed stronger
To reach the bloom
In which you could be held

Tighter and squeezy it became
As the milieu of the rocks suited you no more
Thus you sprouted out
Eager to be free
To behold light
To be held
My dandelion
 
Arriving in my embrace
The warmth and power of the rising Sun The cool of the moon
The twinkling of the stars
All in one

Through the turbulence of the sojourn
The anticipation of your arrival
My breath been taken away
To return at the thought of you

Alas, here you are
Fragile and tough
Waxing stronger
Thru the storms and winds
The thorns and blades
Leaving you scarred and flamboyant
Stay close to me
My flower
Leave me not my dandelion


My Mimi was born at 32weeks after my water broke at 30 weeks with me having multiple uterine fibroids. Given my resource poor environment, poorly equipped to handle preemie, the doctors tried to keep her in utero for 2 weeks more. Weighing 1.9kg, we thought.....ooooh, she'd do fine. She did fine, despite the jaundice, started feeding....then came NEC(Necrotizing enterocolitis). Miraculously after 3 weeks without surgery cos she was too sick, going on just glucose fluids,barely any fat left of my beautiful girl, we went home, thinking the worst was over.
I poured out my pain in poems like this one.

I love the poem. So powerful. Thank you for sharing.

Hi Olivia, this is so moving, such a beautiful poem for your dandelion...I am so sorry for your loss of Mimi.

Thank you Stephan and Jo'Anne. Penning down my feelings help.

Sorry meant Stephanie (autocorrect issues).