The roots of the dandelion
Seep into the earth
Reaching into my chest
As I lay cold
With eyes of stone,
No more with the warmth of my heart.

I cried as I received
Those craggy, dry, stringy limbs
Slowly touching me
As I lay still
With cheeks so cold,
Waiting to be fulfilled.

The tears, round and moist
Fall from my face
Over the sides
As I lay down
With palms turned up,
Spilling onto the ground.

The dandelion blooms
Over my heart and I am alive once more.
The Dandelion Blooms
written by Oniena Onda
A Wyandotte Woman
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