Marigolds

There were marigolds lining the garden path

when my kids and I were young,

their bright yellow and orange faces

nodding over the fence,

all through summer and fall,

as we harvested all

the seeds we had sown,

now grown.

Just so the smiling faces

of my leggy children

have transformed

into middle-aged children,

the harvest of all

we have experienced together,

the sum of all

we have known.

for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Blooms. Thotpurge's poem reminded me of my summer garden Back in the Day.