We Were Weeds This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Do you remember when
I was a little boy and I would
get off the school bus?

I would run to the park
where I would pick you those
dreadful weeds before running
back home to give them to you.

You always smiled and
told me they were your favorite
and I would be so proud.

I always loved the way
you used to smile.
I wish you would show
me just one more.

Well, I couldn't find any weeds
so I brought you some flowers.
They're daisies. I think those
were always your real favorite.

And Mama, it's okay not
to be here for me anymore.
You helped me grow into
a big strong man and
I can take care of myself now.

You just rest now.

It's okay, Mama, just rest.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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