“Why?”
I asked
for the twenty-ninth time,
though I wasn’t
the one keeping count
“That one,” I said,
my finger
pointing out the obvious
“Why does it stay green?”
“It is young and still growing,”
she replied
with more patience
than I might muster
in her place
“Like me,”
I exclaimed
“Yes, dear. Like you.”
“But, mom,
what if it never
turns purple,
what if it is always
different than the rest?”
“Then it will still be beautiful
just the way it is.”
“Like me?”
I asked hesitantly,
hopefully
“Just like you,”
she smiled,
awaiting my
next question
4 Apr 2020
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