Love Offering.

If I had a dollor for every dandelion given to me by loving students
I couldn't be richer than I am now with my memories of those bouquets.


The child stands with shining eyes
Waiting for expectant praise.
His fingers form around his prize
That grow on sunny days.

"I picked it just for you," says he
And reaches out his pudgy hand.
This first flower he gives to me.
As if it were an orchid  grand.

I take the yellow bit of gold and say,
"Why Tommie, this is so fine!"
He honors me with his first bouquet
Made up of one yellow dandelion.
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(C) by Margaret C. Arvanitis
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