Hello! I’m Shelby, I’m 17 years old but my heart is still 5. I like taking pictures, reading, writing, playing games and eating mac n cheese! My story is about how you should be proud no matter who you are as a person, what you look like, where you come from, and everything in between. I hope that when you read this you feel as special as this little flower is because you are special.
Children's Poem
The Dandelion
By: Shelby Puzziferro
The few days before the changing of seasons,
a little Dandelion sprout pushes up out of the soil.
Her leaves ragged and stem prickly without reason.
The sun is hot but not ready to boil.
She shakes off the dirt from her petals
as the other flowers join her stretching out and up.
They look to her and test her mettle.
“Hey thorny,” said Buttercup.
Dandelion laughs, thinking it is a joke.
When Yarrow chimes in, “Why don’t you bloom already?”
Dandelion rubs her head like she just woke.
When Baby Blue chimes in, “Having trouble keeping steady?”
still a bud and not showing her petals,
her stem bends over, a tear falls to the ground.
While the others laugh, “You’re just like nettle,”
Dandelion cried in the shade caught off guard and astounded.
The others continued to laugh, remark, and tease
as the air warmed and the sun peeked through.
Her bud was comforted and took in the breeze.
A petal poked out. It stretched and grew
“Oh, now she is lopsided,” laughed Sagebrush.
But Dandelion kept opening, her yellow so bright.
Yarrow and Buttercup couldn’t help but blush.
They covered their mouths because they knew they weren’t right.
Then, shining like a star, Dandelion burst open,
her golden color beaming,
her brilliant green stem, second to none.
The other flowers were so impressed, they were beaming.
They couldn’t help but look because they were so stunned.
Dandelion became what the others were for so long.
They all apologized and had good fun.
They all accepted each other, for they all belonged.
To read more of Shelby's work , click here.
Children's Poem
The Dandelion
By: Shelby Puzziferro
The few days before the changing of seasons,
a little Dandelion sprout pushes up out of the soil.
Her leaves ragged and stem prickly without reason.
The sun is hot but not ready to boil.
She shakes off the dirt from her petals
as the other flowers join her stretching out and up.
They look to her and test her mettle.
“Hey thorny,” said Buttercup.
Dandelion laughs, thinking it is a joke.
When Yarrow chimes in, “Why don’t you bloom already?”
Dandelion rubs her head like she just woke.
When Baby Blue chimes in, “Having trouble keeping steady?”
still a bud and not showing her petals,
her stem bends over, a tear falls to the ground.
While the others laugh, “You’re just like nettle,”
Dandelion cried in the shade caught off guard and astounded.
The others continued to laugh, remark, and tease
as the air warmed and the sun peeked through.
Her bud was comforted and took in the breeze.
A petal poked out. It stretched and grew
“Oh, now she is lopsided,” laughed Sagebrush.
But Dandelion kept opening, her yellow so bright.
Yarrow and Buttercup couldn’t help but blush.
They covered their mouths because they knew they weren’t right.
Then, shining like a star, Dandelion burst open,
her golden color beaming,
her brilliant green stem, second to none.
The other flowers were so impressed, they were beaming.
They couldn’t help but look because they were so stunned.
Dandelion became what the others were for so long.
They all apologized and had good fun.
They all accepted each other, for they all belonged.
To read more of Shelby's work , click here.