She was a Dandelion in a field of flowers.

She stood out in the crowd,

Yellow as the sun

Brighter than the moon.

She fluttered in the breeze.

He was her protector

Guarding the field against the grass killers

and wielders of knives and garden shears.

Her fragility required his constant vigilance.

He would stand his ground

Against a sea of troubles.

When she called his name

He ran to her side

Smelled her petals

And fondled her stem

Gently letting her know that he was hers


When the blades came

He brought his gun

and removed the threat

Letting her know

That she could grow in peace

Into the most beautiful flower

in the field.

He would never leave her. .Rick pensive image.remini-enhanced (2)