PICKING UP THE WEEDS

By, Myra Wexler Darwish
 
For years I’ve planted flowers 
Aptly picking every weed 
That was in the way of hiding 
The beauty of their seed.
  
The Begonias and Geraniums 
The Orchids, Pansy’s too 
Are no less tended as I age, 
 For my spirit stays anew.
  
The weeds are still growing, 
Though less in number these days 
 A tribute to what needed to go, 
And all that needs to stay.
 
 © Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: August 19, 2017