Laura Zucca-Scott’s most recent poem to appear here was If you need a friend (May 2013).
Still the Same Yellow Flower
By Laura Zucca-Scott
By Laura Zucca-Scott
On my way to work
I stop mesmerized
There is a yellow flower
Sticking its head out
Surrounded by the dewy spring grass
An estranged prisoner in a silent war
It is the same flower that grew outside my Grandma’s home
The same flower I tried not to step on during improvised soccer games
A flower I spared while chasing a friend as we laughed off our childhood fears
I should not be surprised, but I am
Grandma’s home is more than five thousand miles away
An ocean apart
A different world
An old language
Another life
Still the same yellow flower
I stop mesmerized
There is a yellow flower
Sticking its head out
Surrounded by the dewy spring grass
An estranged prisoner in a silent war
It is the same flower that grew outside my Grandma’s home
The same flower I tried not to step on during improvised soccer games
A flower I spared while chasing a friend as we laughed off our childhood fears
I should not be surprised, but I am
Grandma’s home is more than five thousand miles away
An ocean apart
A different world
An old language
Another life
Still the same yellow flower
There is such truth in the thought behind this.