Dear Mom,
Do you remember the flowers you bought me for $1.99, that time you came
to keep me company after my operation?
They were so anemic-looking then.
Dried up and weedy, and not a bud in sight.
It was difficult to imagine they'd one day turn beautiful,
but you told me they'd come back, so I believed you.
We planted them in rows, watered them, then had tea on the balcony,
listening to wind in the leaves.
Now, they've hitched themselves to the sun.
Delicate petals of yellow and purple,
tilting at blue skies and fluffy clouds.
I see them and think of you,
even though we are provinces apart.
10 comments:
Awesome!
Nice one!
A beautiful story hitched to this bunch of flowers..delicate..tender..I hope they grew back..Jae
That is beautiful. . .
Now, they've hitched themselves to the sun. Delicate petals of yellow and purple,tilting at blue skies and fluffy clouds.
Wonderful. :-)
Lovely!
What an extraordinarily beautiful post which says so much about relationships, hope, beauty and the whole gamut of life.
That was mesmerizing,
flowers glued to the sun and the fluffy clouds is a beautiful thought, real one.
Heartfelt & lovely!
'hitched to the sun'...love this and it explains why I so long for sun and warmth here in the rainforest of the USA, the Northwest.
Thanks everyone. When I first saw the prompt I thought, "How the heck am I going to write on that theme?" But then this came to me in fragments, and here it is!
It's always nice when the prompts arrive a little earlier, too! :)
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