“What flowers are these?” the young boy inquired.
“Marigolds. Would you like one for your mother?” The old man held out a marigold, and the boy’s eyes lit up.
“My momma will love it!” the boy exclaimed, taking the marigold.
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The Writing Sparrow 
Oh! I love this! When I was very young, I remember sitting with my mom on our front stoop. She had planted so many marigold, they surrounded us so beautifully. I remember this so well that several decades ago I painted a picture of mom and me, surriunded by marigolds. I love marigolds because of my mom♥️🌼
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That’s so sweet, and I love that you painted you and your mom. My dad planted marigolds too when I (and siblings) were young and I too love them because of him. 🙂
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