“Got to stop. Got to stop
and blow the dandelion clock.”
That’s what my best friend used to say.
And then we’d blow that clock away.
She’s moved-on to another town.
I’m left alone and feeling down.
I still think of the fun we had.
Our friendship made me very glad.
The dandelion’s flower-head
all golden-yellow, sunshine-fed
is made of many small florets
arranged all neatly in a set.
When fertilised by bugs and bees
each little flower forms a seed.
They all hold hands with hairy arms.
As though they make a friendship charm.
And so I play this little game.
Remembering my best friend’s name.
“Got to stop. Got to stop
and blow the dandelion clock.”