IWACA | 31
Happiness is only a dandelion,
and the wish is not for me-
every seed dispersed
is a hope for someone else
because I have all I need.
Everywhere you can find dandelions
you'll find a wish for free-
you can gather bouquets
and give them all away-
one bloom is all you need.
I have lived my life picking dandelions,
never knowing their worth-
I have wished them whirling
with heavy sighs
awaiting their return.
But a dandelion is its giving,
and happiness is its sowing-
when all your seeds
have been strewn out
they never will stop growing.
Charlotte Cuevas
Dandelions
IWACA FEATURE POETRY
Charlotte Cuevas