August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two
Jean Russell
Becky
   
  I have been carefully taught by my mother:
      not to smoke in public,
      not to trust men
      or to dress all in black.
 
  I have also been taught the flowers by name:
      which is black-eyed Susan,
      which is marigold,
      how they should be watered
      and how much sun they need.
 
  We planted red petunias on Mother's Day
   and her pink geranium
   grows at my front door.
 
  And while I had to unlearn
  a lot of what she taught me
  as I grew,
 
  I will always remember the flowers
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