Plumeria Blooming

I received my first stock

from the woman my father married,

a few years after our Mother died. They were

both eighty and set in their ways-she was

a hard-headed woman of German descent.

She snapped off a piece of hers

without fanfare,

jammed it in a discarded pot of dirt

and said, “here you go.Just  don’t leave it

outside in the cold or you’ll kill it-like your dad

almost did mine.” I cringed.

That was about as nice to me as she ever was.

Sad to remember her when I see my lovely

plant.

 

 

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Author: Nancilynn

Poetess, memoir writing, essays about life; these are the things I write about. I also love to cook, so you'll likely find a recipe or two in this blog. I am passionate about Nature and family, so from time to time I will share pictures-with or without poetry.

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