Abuelita's Gardening Tips
when i was younger,
before i ever spent a whole day in school
learning how to add and multiply
or the proper place for my commas,
i would follow my grandmother’s steps
and took my place in the world
as her shadow.
she would make her way
through her garden with me
just a few steps behind
and with a pair of scissors in hand,
she would pull and snip away
all the brown.
horrified, i would ask why
when the brown might still go back to green,
when it could still be alive.
she would smile sweetly and say
it’s alright, it’s quite okay
because for the brown
to be green again,
it would have to take
most of the water and nutrition
that should be going to
other parts that will
help the flower not only stay alive,
but allow it to flourish.
so it’s better to get rid of the brown
that trying to replenish;
focus on growing, not on sustaining.
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