I hear that our very own, Brooke
is not feeling all that swell
I hope it's not too severe
or complicated
I'm praying that soon she gets well
She's a lover of the yellow
infamous, invading weed
The dandy-lion, you guessed it
and this I know
Can grow six feet tall from one seed
She can reach out to children
with colorful chosen words
Creating wonderful pictures
of her wisdom
Through all animals and birds
I know there are fanstorians
and multitudes, becoming a fan
That hold our Brooke, endearingly
in their hearts
All throughout this glorious land
Get well, our BROOKE
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Author Notes
This poem is in response to Joy Grahams poem for Brooke, who is in the hospital
dandy-lion is spelt this way for Brooke's benefit because I don't feel the same way as Brooke does about them. I have gardened for others and pulled out thousands upon thousands of dandelions.
I tell her they are okay, as well as buttercups and morning glory, if they are all together and half way up a mountain in some meadow.
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