Dandelions

In a field of yellow flowers, underneath the sun, bluest eyes that spark with lightning, boy with shoes undone. He is young, so full of hope, reveling in tiny dreams, filling up his arms with flowers, right for giving any queen. Running to her beaming bright, while cradling his prize. A flickering of yellow light, within his mother's eyes. She holds them to her heart, keeping them where they'll be safe, clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase. She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds. All hope is found. Here is everything he needs. Fathomless Your endless mercy,