of all the homes that I have known
throughout my years of living
there’s one that draws me back in dreams
where thoughts are not forgiving
for where the four lanes crossed i lived
with parents and four siblings
while there contentment soothed my heart
though short it was in measure
till circumstance dispersed us all
too soon too soon for pleasure
for what I’d found crushed in the ground
was lost and gone forever
a dandelion’s seeded head
is wholesome to the eye
yet when the seeds are blown apart
excuse me while i cry
so bittersweet that loving place
where pain is stitched to fine white lace