When I lean against my grandma
On the green couch
She talks about things that used to be
Does that mean
When I’m her
My grandkids won’t understand
How I picked a flower yesterday
I picked a flower it was yellow
Lots of yellow really some random bush
With lots of yellow
Yes I just found it growing
Up out
Of the
Ground
Will they not understand picking a flower yesterday
Up out of the dirt?
How I looked at the stars yesterday
Yes they’re still there
Probably
We just can’t see them
We used to look up it was like
Someone spilt sugar on mom’s indigo apron
We knew a few
Constellations
Not the way your teachers make you
Memorize them now
There’s happiness in knowing they’re there
Not knowing
What clique they’re part of
But will you only ever know the stars
From VR headsets and oral reports
Will you never understand
Looking up at the stars last night?
Will I want to stand up
Off the couch and scream
I picked a flower yesterday
I looked at the stars yesterday
Screaming willing
It to be true?
Please make it true.
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
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