292 The gift and flower shop

The weather was balmy so we walked to Merlin's. There were lovely displays of antiques, framed prints, seasonal silk flowers, scented creams and lotions, and air fresheners. I stopped. Could hardly believe my eyes. Artificial dandelions. How perfect! A garden shop filled with articificalness had an artificial weed!

My Daddy hated dandelions
They seemed to like our lawn
Soon their little yellow faces
Were destined to be gone.

My Daddy was a brave Marine
at eighty nine he died.
I know Dad guards the gates of Heav'n;
Those dandelions can't hide.