Is It a Weed
A child walks a path, gathering buttercup and daisies,
goldenrod and tall Queen Anne's lace,
along with other things of red, white, and purple.
The child joyfully gives to the grown-up, this gift –
the display of color, which is beautiful to the eyes.
This token of love is accepted, and the child does not know a weed.
So, what makes something a weed, or how is a weed defined?
What do we want to grow to display, and to whom does it matter?
A weed is something that invades, and chokes out the wanted plant.
What is in my own garden bed, that I have let invade?
I must ask myself, has something taken over like morning glory?
If I should present my bouquet to a child, what would they see?
After all, I should not be as ignorant as I was as a child.
Is my garden a display of wild rose,
or are there shrubs that bear fruit like the berry?
From what I might give, is there something that nourishes the soul?
Have I learned to know the difference, or am I simply only a show?
Copyright © Cyndi Cegalis | Year Posted 2022
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