A dandelion, plucked up by the roots
Tossed aside, left to die.
Touched by the sun
Blossomed with seeds















Meanwhile,
In a small apartment,
Margaret is untethering from earth
In her lap she cradles
the pieces of her life
savoring their memories,
relinquishing them
to the trash barrel,
preparing for the day,
she slips away,
to hear, 'Well done, faithful one.'

But some treasures remain,
like seeds, kingdom seeds
seeds of love, faith, joy, kindness
too many to count
I for one, am grateful,
for the seeds she left behind.