by Ryan Nardi

The thought came to me
to name all kinds of tiny
flowers Melyssa


Author's Note: I spotted one of the first little yellow wild flowers of spring in a patch of grass between rows in a parking lot. My first instinct was to pluck it for my girlfriend, but I decided after a moment to leave it there and name it after her instead, so that it could live its life and bring some sparkle of beauty to an otherwise desolate place--the way my Melyssa carries with her a special, gentle light. On the ride home I thought I might as well not stop with just that one flower; and so, (for me anyway) henceforth, all tiny wildflowers shall be called Melyssas.

Posted on 04/07/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/07/10 at 07:55 PM

Sounds like a pretty good plan.

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