STORY OF THE FLOWERS

"THE STORY OF THE FLOWERS"

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The little boy, across the street

    was five-years-old and

          awed with existence....

He already knew his calling 

    and mission in life.

For he had watched, every 

    Tuesday mornng early,

          out on the street

the big glorious, powerful,

    and noisy sanitation trucks

doing their jobs---both sides 

    of the street,

AND STOP...right in front of his

    house!

So he began to arise early, and

    stand by the curb, so as to

have a better view....

And wait for that MAGNIFICENT

      TWO-TOOT SALUTE

from those splendidly loud air horns,

      which the drivers always gave.

HE was going to be a TRASHMAN!

(We at breakfast heard those salutes

        and knew---that our little

neighbor boy was out front!)

Now my wife loved little boys, 

      for she had raised TWO of 'em!

One day, she took a little sack of tomatoes 

      over to the boy and his mom---

from our garden.

He ate one,  right there by the curb---juice

    was dripping down his chin,

and off his fingers, and onto his 

    shirt!

"He loves tomatoes," his mama 

      explained.

Donna took him more tomatoes,

      over time---

for we had plenty!

ONE DAY. recently, the doorbell rang---

      Seemingly a smaller ring than usual,

tentative-like...

She went and opened the door...but alas---

      No one was there....

AND THEN...she looked down...and there

      was the little neighbor boy, age five,

from across the street...

In well-rehearsed lines (she thought),

    he managed to say:

"Miz Mo-wer...it's me, Gabriel---remember...

      Thank you for the  'matoes which 

I liked....and here are some flowers

      for you."

"Bye."

That is the story...of the flowers.

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MILS PLACE

BY MIL

27 September 2015