At firstI am cautious,
perhaps even hesitant,
to mow down
the dandelion seed heads
protruding
throughout my lawn.
They remind me of you.
But on the first cutting over
of one
I witness seed parachutes scattering
in all manner of directions
and I smile
for I know that some
will plant themselves
and grow
into golden reminders
of my little girl's soul.
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