MINT

Mint grew near the fence
Among blue daisies.
Did you plant it
Or was it already there?

You would say to me.
“Pick some mint,”
I always breathed in the scent
And tasted the bitter
coarse leaves on my tongue.

When the mint was chopped fine
You sprinkled it among
new potatoes.
A minty aroma filled the air
A fragrance that today
evokes childhood times
When we were happy.

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