—Storytelling—

My godmother, Elaine Parker Akin is a poet and wrote the
following which is a true story about her Primrose.

A SIX YEAR OLD PRACTICES REJECTION

The first few nights she would be waiting
with her mother beside a patch of night-blooming
primroses in my backyard. They cycled over
shortly after nine to join me in watching
the flowers unfurl their petals one by one.

As each plant revealed its yellow face she
could not resist jumping up and down,
squealing with delight. It felt good
to have our inward feelings expressed
with such energy and lack of inhibition.

Following some diurnal impulse, showtime
got later and the wait longer as the days shortened.
She began to show impatience. One night
she arrived at the given time and announced,
I’m sorry but I have other things to do beside
stand around and wait for silly flowers to bloom.
And off she went on her pink two-wheeler.