Planting Marigolds
My mother taught me how to plant marigolds
I was eleven and in a bad mood, it was my punishment
For days nothing happened, making me angrier
Tiny green sprouts got me excited
I watched them grow into little double leaves on stems
More leaves arrived daily, it was a tiny green hedge now
I kept watering
One morning there was a miraculous switch to yellow
Yellow and gold, gold and yellow
Ribbons of ruffled marigolds
A trail of them and they were gorgeous.
I was hooked on planting now!
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