Weed? Flower? Who can tell?
Delicate yellow petals
dance in the morning breeze.
Mama calls them weeds. “Pull them up!”
“Oooh, these are so pretty,” I say.
“Look! It has friends!”,
Six golden sisters sway.
Flowers. I’m certain!
I pick each one
just for Mama—
a perfect bouquet.
Many thanks to Vivian Kirkfield for inspiring writers to tell a story in 50 Precious Words. I submitted “Weeds Are Flowers, Too!” in the #50PreciousWords 2025 Contest. Wish me luck!
And always—
Be kind. Be brave. Be you.
Photo: © Kathryn LeRoy
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