She wished on dandelions,

Watching the seeds

As they danced on the breeze, 

Wishing that she, herself, 

Could disappear

Into the morning dew.

Only the cry 

Of her newborn daughter

Could shatter her fantasy.

She rose to her feet

Like the grass that grew

Under the silence of night

To hush her baby's screams,

To dry the wipe away tears that fell 

From innocent lips.

In this moment,

The child's father mourned for

A chance to hold his daughter,

But love was lost

Between a boy and girl,

A family that became 

At too young of an age,

A flower picked before it bloomed

In a field that was never watered.