My Poem…As a Child

As a Child
A dandelion girl
holds in her tiny hand
fragile seeds of summer,
spun like cotton candy.

Absorbed in her own world,
she does not see beyond,
where grown-ups live, aware
that faith yields to despair.

By breath of trusting child
seeds of hope fly wild.
Where….a mystery
until the time of bloom.

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