Marigold a SERIES OF short stories and poems

Little Mouse and the rainy day flower

“Anna! What are you doing?! I said to come inside a half an hour ago. And Look at your shoes, splashing in the puddles.”

I always knew when it was going to rain and I loved to splash around in the puddles. On my way in I a jumped in a couple more and

The little mouse loved to splash in puddles. Her mom had called her to go inside. She had to jump in a few puddles on her way to the house because puddles were so much fun to splash in. She loved when it rained because of how good the rain smelled. And she knew that when it rained, that meant her papa was going to make the most delicious acorn soup and mama would make her best seedling bread.

“Get inside before you get cold. Let’s get you all cleaned up!”

Her mom was very nice. Mama had a big smile on her face. “You my little dear are so silly jumping in those puddles. Looks we are going to need to wash your clothes.” Mouse had her rain boots and her rain jacket on because mama knew just how much little mouse loved to splash and play in the rain. She had big yellow rain boots and a purple rain coat so that mama could see her in the rain, nice and bright.

The rain cheered everyone up to see little mouse play.

Mouse would sit on her Mama’s lap and look out the window. She loved her mama tell her all about the amazing plants outside.

“Eat your soup and make sure to have as much bread as you’d like until your belly is nice and full.” Papa’s soup was so yummy and warm. Mouse put on her big comfy sweater and with a big smile and a spoon ate Papa’s soup and filled her belly with the most delicious dinner.

She and mama sat on the couch while papa made a fire in the fire place. “And tomorrow, when the rain goes away, we will see all of the beautiful flowers and all of the plants grow!” Mama told mouse while sitting with a nice warm blanket and warm fuzzy socks on their feet.

“Aw, there we go. A fire; just for you two, to show how much I love you. Make sure you stay warm and dry inside until the rain stops.” Papa sat on the couch too.

The storm outside rained and rained until it was time for mouse to go to sleep. She got her pajamas and her special stuffed bear and lay in her bed. Mama tucked her in with a bed time story and papa gave her kiss on her head. Make sure to wish on a star before you go to sleep so you can have sweet dreams! I love you little mouse. I love you mama, I love you papa. Little mouse closed her eyes with a big smile and fell fast asleep.

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Oh big yawn! And arms stretched out little mouse woke up! It was morning. And the rain had gone away. The sun was shining so big and bright, her whole room with filled with sunshine.

“Good morning little mouse! It’s time to get up”

Little mouse got out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth and brush your hair. Go get dressed so we can have breakfast.’

Little mouse picked out her clothes for the day and put on her shoes. She brushed her teeth and she brushed her hair. She went back to the kitchen and papa had made pancakes! Little mouse’s favorite!

“Yummy, thank you Papa I love you!”

“I Love you too little mouse. I love to see you so happy! Make sure you eat all your breakfast”

Little mouse ate all her pancakes and mama gave her some fruit too. She drank her juice and when she was all done she gave mama her plate.

“Thank you little mouse. You are all done. Let’s go put your plate in the sink!”

Mama and Little mouse walked to the sink and mama lifted mouse up to help wash the dishes.

“With a little bit of soap and some water we can wash our dishes nice and clean, and then we get to go have fun!”

Little Mouse loved to have fun.

“Look outside, Little Mouse. Look at all of the green plants growing.”

Wow Little Mouse thought. Just like mama said. There was no more rain and now all of the plants were growing so big and bright in the garden.

“And look little mouse, I see a brand new flower growing in the garden. Look over there, right in the middle.”

Little Mouse looked and right where Mama pointed was a little Marigold flower, blossomed over night, big and bright just like Little Mouse.

“Mama. That is my favorite flower.”

“That is my favorite flower too, Little Mouse.”

Papa walked up and said with a great big smile, and a great big hug he put his arms around mama and little mouse.

“And mine also! Beautiful, just like you.”

Mari Gold Mari Gold, Where are you?

Are you hiding under the bushes? Or somewhere in a tree

I am looking around, and I can’t find thee

I have searched in my pockets, in books and on walls; I saw your face once

Now I can’t see you at tall

Yes I know that you are little and some say small

But to me you are big and the most golden so far.

Mari Gold Mari Gold where are you?

My heart remembers a petal or two.

You were so lovely and golden, a yellowish orange

On the brightest and grayest of days

You still bloomed in all

There were 3 or 4 maybe 5 just like you!

But you are the one that stood out from them all.

The red ones they look very similar to you,

And some that are white, yeah I’ve seen those ones too.

But you, Mari Gold,

You are one of a kind,

The kindest of one.

Oh marigold where are you, summer is near end,

Must I wait through the winter?

Until Spring comes again.

Was it too hot?

Or too cold?

Maybe you needed more rain

SO that you could blossom in

All your Golden ways.

Marigold, Marigold, I love you

The most beautiful flower,

I’ll love like you do.

What is a Marigold

A marigold in un-researched definition is a flower that is commonly planted in residential homes or commercial landscape due to its growth in size. The flower itself is small, but can survive in a large group size in a bush or in individual flowers. A marigold is yellowish orange and has a ruffled round appearance. These flowers can survive in higher temperatures and do best in somewhat cool temperatures as well. They thrive in bright sunlight and are affordable to plant. You can buy them at many times of stores that sell flowers and are great for any type of gardener, beginner or expert.

When I was a marigold

When I was a marigold I’d sit outside all day

I’d soak up the sun

Every rain drop,

Every ray.

How to grow a marigold,

Water and sunlight every day.

I bloomed, I blossomed,

In a great big way.

Everywhere I went, I seemed t o go nowhere

I was planted in a garden,

And then bloomed everywhere.

How to be a marigold: a metaphorical display

Just spread your arms and legs out wide,

Like a 5 petal flower,

Then spin around and around

In the sunlight!

And surely in the eyes of those watching,

Your petals they will grow!

To be a marigold

You must do what you say and

Say what you do,

Or at the very least

And very upmost

Do to you

What you would like to do

And do to others

They way you would like to do.

Happily Merrily

Abundantly so,

All that you do

Will abundantly grow.

Personal Short Story: the Circle of Faith

I am the only blue eyed person biologically on my mother’s side. Funny enough I am fitting right in with blue eyes on my father’s side in Australia however everyone has blondish, brown hair while mine is a red auburn rare. All together, I am a 1 percentile in the human race. Yet I battle the stereotype and often am fighting for the rights of others as well as my personal own. Will I fit in, am I being judged, how people see me. And one day, He got it. This man, who sent me a message and out of nowhere, out of the BLUE, He got me; he understood just as the prophecy said. Not only that, he lives in Ohio. Connection. Faith. For the last year I have followed the signs of my grandmother, disguised in her guardian angel symbolic ways as a red bird. I have followed, listened, fought against it, and won. Her “Blue eyes” She called me and everyone knows. We each had a nickname, and mine, as different from everyone else got “Blue eyes”. I began painting and writing again when I got pregnant and have felt the comfort of my grandmother watching over me when I felt I was all alone. People speak to me and it’s like they are trying to find that person who is within…Hey Blue Eyes, and instantly I am awake. Who’s there, speaking to me? I was alone in a town I didn’t want to go to, yet fell in love because of the flowers and trees, a Haven I had no idea existed. The only thing is I moved there to be in love and spent all of my days alone. The neighbor came by, “I am a daughter of Ruth”. I only recognized the name from the bible and wondered, “Does she think I know someone named Ruth, or is this sign from God?” She said to me,”Where is your grandmother? She wants to tell you something.” Oh great. “She wants you to leave; you need to be safe.” I knew she was talking about. A sign from God. I had imagined moments of my grandmother’s life that I had heard of in stories. Secretly she was a redhead like me, but nobody knew until we found her pictures after her funeral. She had dyed her hair black ever since coming to America from Mexico. Of all the places she moved to a small town in Colorado to be with a man she loved, yet spent all her days alone. I moved 4 hours, she moved countries. As the foundation the stories and the generations of our family, the woman with brown hair and brown eyes the birthed out entire existence, the one where I was the rainbow colored sheep. Turns out, I carry a genetic component. She did what she to do to fit in and be accepted. A rise I have never been able to take. My cousin called to say, “Ha, remember grandma always called you her blue eyes.” My son, who is now the most amazing person I love, has the deepest blue of eyes. “Just like his mama”, everyone says. Now everywhere I go, I fit in. My grandmother, a redbird,, guides me to where I need to fly and when I need to spread my wings and dream. My mother: a marigold, for when I am grounded, to be rooted in who I am, to grow where I am planted. When I think of flowers, I think of faith. In all reality, every day I see the Marigold bush outside. Faith has got me where I am today. He is in a small town, where he went for love, yet is alone. He is Latin, Seeking the American Dream. “Are you married?” the first thing he asked…