Sweet Pea Memories

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February’s frozen Wasatch sod
broke away under thrusts from
grandma’s spade,
and stiffly sweet peas from faded pods
between frosty clods were carefully laid.

“Why plants seeds under a foot of snow?”
I asked as her weathered hands
worked the row.
“The thaw will come in two months, you know;
perhaps you should wait until then to sow.”

“Glade taught me how to help sweet peas grow.”

Soon after the thaw a bouquet came–
a spring breeze stirred delicate
pastel hues.
Baby’s breath twigs graced the fragile vase;
sweet pea perfume whispered around the room.

All summer long I saw the bouquets
as they welcomed, consoled, and
brightened days.
“Couldn’t you keep some for yourself today?”
Over her shoulder I heard her say,

“God taught me to give sweet peas away.”

About stevenddorsey

I have been an avid writer for as long as I can remember. I enjoy composing poetry, lyrics, children's books and fiction for young adults. I have traveled the world extensively in my 25+ year career as an International Development professional and executive. I have lived in Europe, Latin America, and Africa. I speak Spanish and French. I married Rachel Miltimore in 1985. We have five children and five grandchildren. We currently live in Manassas, Virginia. We enjoy writing children's books together.
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