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