POEM FLOWERS

Zinnia Memories

Zinnias of my youth

Lined dry sandy driveway

Stood tall, straight

Against all weather

Zinnias of my youth,

Lost in adulthood

Old fashion reminders,

Replaced, by new fashionable

Flowers reflecting modern

Home of the future.

Then, one day the flowers

Of my youth were rediscover

On the path of discarding trash.

Three scattered beauties

Stood strong and straight

In untended rocky dry soil.

I carefully, dug each one

And planted near my house

Three happy Zinnia plants

Multiplied into an area of beauty,

Suppling sweet honey fragrance

That no butterfly could resist,

Or I, drinking in their beauty

Creating memories of my youth

Once again, I felt youthful.

                          - © Mary Nida Smith