Roadside Bouquet
When I was little I saw a patch of pretty flowers,
I knew I could pick them since they were not in the garden…
I ran inside, yelling “Ma-Ma! I got you some…daisies!!”
You called back -“it’s such been a long time since anyone
picked me some daisies… honey…these are dandelions.”
You still got out a litte vase and put them on display.
You showed me daisies were the white flowers on the teapot,
I got it right the next time…and total rapture to find
black-eyed Susans…I knew they would be just the ticket.
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What would we know if not for a grandmother?
I remember proudly picking dandelions for my mother, who put them in a vase. I only learned later that I had picked her weeds. Thanks for the memory.
I love how instead of daisies, the girl brings black-eyed Susans. love the mom’s response “it’s such been a long time since anyone/ picked me some daisies” the poem gets at the girl’s indomitable spirit
Lovely memories!
you caught the moment that still catches you
Brought back memories of the bouquets of dandelions, pussy willow and whatever was coming up in a vacant field not gobbled up by suburbia that I too brought home to mom! Heartfelt poem