Memory Among Flowers

I still see those wildflowers

With stippled white powdered petals

On nimble stems branching off the stalk

They stand tall, resting under my chin

In that large field with the ombre sunset

Layered behind blooming stems

My mother scooped me up in her arms

Before taking me back home

Leaving behind the wildflowers

I was only two years old yet

I can see them clear as day

I still see those young dandelions

With their strands of yellow that have yet

To turn into seedful fluff blown across spring air

I used to give these flowers to my teachers

Who scolded me for giving them weeds

I did not know any better

I still thought they were beautiful

I was only six years old yet

I can see them clear as day

I still see those little daisies

With their pollen deep centers

The same flowers my best friend used

To decorate my braids of hair

During recesses in spring

She was moving to a new school

One where her mother found a job

I still have one of her hair clips

That she gave on the last day of school

I wish I could give it back to her

I wonder if she would recognize me

Without daisies in my braids

I was only nine years old yet

I can see them clear as day

I still see those lush blue bonnets

With their crowded velvet petals

That grew in the field close to my house

Where girls from the local high school

Doll up for prom pictures in the field

With a new beginning nearby

Her parents can’t help but wonder

Where all the time went when they see

Their daughter is a woman now

Posing perfectly amongst the blue bonnets

I was only eighteen years old yet

I can see them clear as day

I still see that pink perennial

With its vibrant blooming petals

That my best friend gave to me

Before I graduated college

From the garden near the science building

We walked past the graduation court

Knowing what was about to come next

The last time we saw each other

Dressed in our black gowns and covered

In colored cords and stoles

The pink perennials never left

I was only twenty-two years old yet

I can see them clear as day

I only wish my memory of yesterday

Remained so clear

by Sonia Charales

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