I stood by your feet

You nearly crushed me

Enraptured by the blossoms above

You hardly saw me

 

Taking roots where I don’t belong

But where I am meant to be

I dapple the greens

With summer reverie

 

Sometimes a ball of white puff

At times adorned in petals of vibrant yellow hue

Alas…

Forgotten, have you?

 

The days of secret whispers and childhood wishes

When I twirled merrily between your blithe little fingers

Or when I was gifted to you by tiny hands amidst joyful giggles

A simple and blissful token of love, your first, as a mother

 

A weed I am called by many

A nuisance, considered by most

I hope one day you’ll remember me and see

That I, too, am a flower, first and foremost

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Images by My Li’l Place