by Jean Little
I saw Susannah going slowly around the lawn,
Checking daisy after daisy with intense concentration,
But not picking any.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked.
"I'm trying to find one that'll end up at
'He loves me' before I pick it.
They're too pretty to pick by mistake," she said.
I went to help. It's trickier than you'd think.
It's hard to remember which petal you started with.
When she had one, I watched her solemnly
take off the petals one by one.
"He loves me . . . he loves me not . . . he loves me!"
"Who loves you?" I teased.
"My brother Marcus," she said.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
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