Breath on a Dandelion by Mike Williams 01/24/2016 @ 7:54 P.M.
of summer sun and blades of green grass.
I did not know how short time was then,
those wonderous days were not ment to last.
We were small and young both you and I,
and time held not yet its turn and sway.
Two boys in the prime of our life,
looking forward to our future days.
The fields we knew have since dissappeared,
and the old trees and tracks still live on.
We grew up and went separate ways,
and childhood grew distant and bygone.
You went to your high school and I mine,
but in our hearts were very much friends.
I often think about childhood days,
when we once chased the warm summer winds.
How we used to stare at the night sky,
and pointed out the constellations.
Then life took you away once again,
and each to our own destinations.
Sometimes I look up and remember,
how you used to point out Orion.
When you left this world so suddenly,
like breath upon a dandelion.
This poem is dedicated to my childhood friend Corbit Bradford (Bubba) Dyess. He passed away due to a sudden brain aneurysm. Born August 14, 1972, passed on February 13, 2009. He is much loved and missed.