A Dandelion for My Mother

My pal and I found this poignant and lovely poem on a poetry post along this morning's walk. The walk itself was poignant and lovely, too. The extra is what loss has been like this summer.

A Dandelion for My Mother
by Jean Nordhaus
How I loved those spiky suns,
Rooted stubborn as childhood
in the grass, tough as the farmer’s
big-headed children—the mats
of yellow hair, the bowl-cut fringe.
How sturdy they were and how
slowly they turned themselves
into galaxies, domes of ghost stars
barely visible by day, pale
cerebrums clinging to life
on tough green stems. Like you.
Like you, in the end. If you were here,
I’d pluck this trembling globe to show
how beautiful a thing can be
a breath will tear away.