'You know, Mom... you could write
a poem about chrysanthemums..
I like chrysanthemums.'
Not a single word
in the English language
rhymes with that word
but I think that
this was not my daughter's,
my little flower's, concern
that in her remarkably
perceptive mind, on the surface,
seemingly random, thinking
she's actually telling me
that I think too much,
and I should just stop to smell the...
well... the chrysanthemums, of course.
(Thank you, Lauren Marie-9/8/07-Ok, I realize now, thanks to my husband, that there are more than a FEW words that rhyme with 'chrysanthemum'... but they were just not very useful! !)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem