It's Mother's Day, and, of course, memories of my own mother persist, make me chuckle.
On this sunny May morning when so many are pumped about planting flowers, I can't help but think about Mom's relations with anything green.
How to Deal with Recalcitrant Plants
Weary of the pathos brought
by her own brown thumb
my mother heard
that plants respond to speech.
She turned to her orchid
bereft of blossoms.
Lovingly, she coaxed,
stubbornly, it resisted,
persisted as scraggly foliage.
Next up
a struggling philodendron.
Every morning she praised
the stunted leaves clinging
to trailing tendrils
until they died of embarrassment.
Then an ivy caught her attention,
eyed her warily
as she sidled close and cooed,
"I have three little words for you."
Appraising its droopy runners,
she let loose with
"CHOP, CHOP, CHOP!"
Mom never did hold with small talk.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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