Author's Note: This piece is in the point of view of a sad, lonely Marigold that is the last one in the flower bed.
Dear Keeper of this Ground,
Hello. Remember me? I was your favorite flower about 2 months back. You would feed me with care every day. My petals were orange with a slight pink hue. I sat here happy, every day talking to my friends and swaying in the wind. I loved the feel of airstream through my tough petals. Those were the days; I use to love my life and couldn’t wait for those breezy summer days.
But, that was then and this is now. I am now the only one in the flower bed outside your bedroom window. I have wilting petals and I hate the wind, all it does is make it harder to keep my petals attached. I have two petals left; I would give up anything for my old life back.
All I am asking for is some water, a little love, and a few friends. I know that my time may be coming for this year but I’ll be back in about 8 months after the evil white fluff leaves. When that time comes I would really like some friends, I love having a nice petal to petal conversation with them.
Please don’t forget me,
Georgina your marigold
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