we’d all the time in the world…
Comment: as the author states in her note, in Northern Ireland they usually refer to dandelion seedheads ‘as dandelion clocks’; during her childhood, in fact, she used to ‘count how many puffs it took to blow the flyaway seeds off the stem, in order to tell the time’. It’s a very poetic picture, which highlights the inexorable passing of time and the fragility of things (shiori しをり).
The poet’s father has passed away; however, his promise to always stay by her side keeps hovering in the first ku, making the whole poem extremely moving. It teaches us to take nothing for granted and to enjoy the presence of our loved ones every single day, because nothing lasts forever.