Wishful Thinking

By Madeline Thibault


I wanted to pick daisies
To take a turn at their petals
And wonder if my love is true.

But I was stuck in a field of weeds
And the closest thing to a daisy
Was a dandelion puff.

This one had a withered head strewn
With fluffy seeds so soft and enticing, 
I picked it up and wished for more daisies.

But all I got was dandelions.