Painting: Maria’s Flower. Lauren Mooney Bear. 2006
Purple Flower
Inside the dirty trailer house, situated in the middle of a run down trailer park, was not at all what I imagined it would be like inside one of those sturdy brick houses we passed on the way home. But through the window, a small trace of beauty could be found in the form of a solitary purple flower that stemmed from a patch of weeds. I would stare at this flower through my trailer house window, hoping for one of those brick houses with flowers everywhere you look, and family ties that ran as deep as the roots of the trees swaying gracefully in its perfectly manicured yard.
On mornings,when the weather was more pleasant than the atmosphere inside, I would climb out the window and jump the four feet to the ground. I would take a few steps forward, kneel down, and stare at the flower that gave me so much hope. I could never bring myself to pluck this flower, for even at the tender age of three and a half, I knew that beauty was a precious, fleeting thing, and hope even more so.
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