Marigolds

I found this undated poem among Esme's collection. The writing is less well formed and may date from an early age, perhaps written as young as 12. On the surface, a simple poem, but one indicative of a philosophy to which she would adhere to throughout her life. The ending hints at both her quaint humour and interest in science. My apologies for the poem format, seems this editor does not like poetry. It should be two stanzas, one of six lines then one of five.

Marigolds

Taking care of marigolds

Was no ordinary fate.

They needed watching

One by one

As they acquired

Individual taste.

Oft I'd see them

In the morning

Amidst a grassy hill.

More of lily than buttercup

In their lake of Chlorophyll.