I remember the caress of the petals Against eyelids, against nose--soft. I remember the bright of the yellow Against grass, against sky--summer. I remember the growl of the mower, That sliced, that severed--sudden. I remember the sound of my scream Against pain, against loss--sundered: �Mama! Don�t kill my flowers!� I remember the caress of soft love. I remember the bright of summer bliss. I remember the growl of sudden sorrow. I remember the sound of sundered innocence. I remember dandelions.