Marigolds In May

I remember you being plopped in the gardenSurrounded by a rainbow of potsYour feet fixed firmly in the growing grassHands dancing in a mix of soil and dungEach time I’d cringe you’d laugh your big-toothed laughA sight as rare as marigolds in MayI watched the troubles of life trickle down your faceIn beads of sweat… Continue reading Marigolds In May