Thursday, July 7, 2011

Green thumb


Gardens and flowers were always
abundant in childhood, but so were weeds.
To a child who wanted to play, read, make-believe,
too many weeds needed to be pulled,
the child often feeling like a weed herself,
never right or quite good enough or acceptable,
no matter how diligently she strived or
how many weeds were culled.
Oh, just to be a plant, no category,
allowed to be one's self and grow and
thrive where planted.
All have green thumbs in
that light.

(Posted for BlueBell books, Week 5 Short Story Slam, 7/7/11 - they also supplied the image/inspiration.)
(Also posted for One Single Impression #184, "Weed", 9/4/11)

11 comments:

  1. Awesome I am trying to write a children's poem I've got no idea what I am doing lol I love your poignant take on the prompt

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  2. Flowers and weeds are one and wonderful, both needed, like a point in space for comparison to find your direction. To the weeds?! Or to the flowers?!

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  3. How true this is. How hard on the child not allowed to enjoy their childhood. Children need a chance to grow and run, a few "weeds" never hurt anyone.

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  4. agreed, inspiring words.
    love the insights,

    cheers.
    Thanks for linking.

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  5. my thoughts exactly when I saw this picture. Lovely.

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  6. beautifully expressed and soo true.

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  7. How true ! Your contribution is slamming !!

    ~MISH~
    http://writer-in-transit.co.za

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  8. too true, and it even continues onto adulthood - fantastic write!

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  9. extremely insightful - to be a weed without the label! very nice indeed

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  10. lovely message,


    How are you?

    Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,

    Bless you..

    Keep it up!

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  11. Beautifully written piece. So expressive of a sad truth.

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