Monday, August 24, 2015

Susannah and the Daisies (Monday Poem)

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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