I wanted to add purple to my garden, she said.
She was lucky to have me, I thought in my head.
What about catmint, hydrangea, or meadow rue?
She looked confused, like she did not know what to do.
There is always lavender, corydalis, alluring allium too.
She took a step back and landed heavily on my shoe.
Spiderwort, mist flower, violet, anise, I suggested to her.
She did not respond fast, so I mentioned lupine, so pure.
How do you know so much about flowers, she asked me.
I don’t know, I guess I have grown up with them naturally.
Verbena, leading lady plum and bellflower might be the way…
She screamed, turned on her heel, and ran squarely away.
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Categories:
spiderwort, flower, garden,
Form: Rhyme
A Child Blossomed
I saw in your face a valley of love
Spreading as spiderwort smiling above.
I felt your devotion and saw your grace.
Oh, calming influence amid life’s place.
When sadness came near you wiped away tears.
Freely helping throughout many long years.
The strength of your memory in my heart,
Grants me the courage for each day’s new start.
A child in your hands blossomed in these lands.
Where the mountain slopes meet the oceans sands.
Wherever I go, I know you are near.
Watching from heaven, grandmother dear.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 25, 2010
Poetic form: Couplets
Categories:
spiderwort, family, lovegrandmother, child,
Form: Couplet