A Flower Cried

in the school“What are you doing, sweetie?” Gretchen asked her daughter.”

“I’m trying to write a poem, Mom,” Cindy said. “We have a new English Lit teacher at school this year and she’s trying to crush us, it seems, with a copious amount of homework.”

“Well,” Gretchen said, “Maybe she’s trying to impress upon her students how important it is to appreciate all of the novels, poems, and other literary works through the ages. You need to be flexible, sweetie.”

“Yeah, I know, Mom,” Cindy said.

“So tell me about your poem, hon,” Gretchen said.

“I just started writing it, so I only have a few lines,” Cindy said.

“That’s okay, let me hear what you have so far.”

“I went to the garden and cut a flower.
I put a flower in a crystal vase
And set it upon a burnished table
A flower cried.”

Gretchen, eyes damp with pride, walked up to her daughter and planted a kiss on her forehead. “That’s lovely, Cindy,” she said.


Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Di at Pensitivity101. The three things are burnished, crystal, and flexible. Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (school), Word of the Day Challenge (crush), Your Daily Word Prompt (copious), The Daily Spur (impress), Ragtag Daily Prompt (a flower cried), and Daily Addictions (kiss).

18 thoughts on “A Flower Cried

  1. Marleen October 24, 2019 / 7:30 pm

    Wonderful use of the prompts, and it sparked a memory.

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      • Marleen October 24, 2019 / 8:35 pm

        When my first son was almost three years old, we had a somewhat large patch of irises on one side of our house. We did a lot of walking, meandering around the neighborhood and a nearby field and pond and our own yard on a regular basis. We didn’t have to stick to any beaten path, and, one day, as we neared the end of a walk, we ventured on that side — where he proceeded to walk right into the splash of purple. He was so cute (I’m sure you relate). Oh, my… I just started thinking of his little voice. Had to wipe my eyes.

        He picked two or three flowers, and I said it was time to go in and put the flowers in some water. (I might’ve been tired and ready to sit down for a while; his first sibling wasn’t far from being born.) He asked why? It’s always interesting to think about a simple question from a little person like that. He’d seen flowers in vases before, so I was slightly surprised. I thought about it and said something about the flowers dying, like, “so the flowers don’t die.” He started picking more flowers and speaking of getting them into the water.

        He didn’t get too carried away. He might not have known when to stop, but he was agreeable when I said what he had in his hands at maybe ten was enough.

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