by T. Delaplain
Cutting a section of Mom’s beloved plant, I sprouted you in a Mason jar, hopeful, on our way to college. You wrapped around me in the cab of Dad’s ‘ol’ pickup as I moved to my first job. Gracefully winding around the baby’s bassinet you held space while I nursed.
Lush and green, you grew to love our family. Of course you were a mess of tangles, but so was I. We vowed to move together towards each new beginning, until we didn’t. Now you lay hacked to pieces at my feet, both of us broken; something about a trip hazard in the retirement home.
Care to exercise your green thumb at Friday Fictioneers? Our host Rochelle Wisoff will give you 100 words to plant your seeds.
PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy
40 responses to “Growing Old Together”
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Thanks Neil
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Beautiful and poignant.
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Tracey, your last line got me in the feels.
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You’re welcome
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Thank you Sandra. I’d be lying if I said, I don’t have time to write. I do miss my indoor plants as we live and travel between two countries. I really did grieve over the loss of some of those that we’d had since college.
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I would love to nurture a plant that lives with me from cradle to retirement home!
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I’ve tried. I can’ even keep African Violets alive!
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Simple and stunning way to walk the reader through time. Welcome back! I, too, am just poking my toes into the Friday Fictioneers story pond. Let’s both try to keep it up – or not. Cheers!
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I love your take on the prompt. What a great story! I had tears in my eyes at the end. Really good stuff!
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I’m glad to be back, I know I can always come home to FF. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Thank you Brenda. I don’t have any indoor plants now so I rely on outdoor plants that can survive the brutal Baja summers. It’s hard to be attached to a cactus. Literally.
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Oh, I like this, Tracey. A very touching look at Growing Together and growing older. Our youngest granddaughter likes to sing to my plants with me. She’s 5 yrs old and this Easter she’ll find her very first real plant to care for in her basket among the chocolate eggs and stuffed bunny.
Thanks for a lovely story.
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So true! And so important!
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Oh my…that hurt my heart.
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