Although I have never grown up in the ghetto, I know what its like to watch your parents get by on almost nothing and still have the power to see the beauty of it all. In this poem, Perre Shelton tells the story of his mother - a woman who taught him that even dandelions can be beautiful...if you look at them from just the right perspective. It's a lovely portrait of hope, even in the most dire cirumstances. Good stuff!
Dandelion
BY Perre Shelton
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