Marigold Monologue

I saw my son John sitting in the old rocking chair. He always sat in that chair just like me when he was thinking hard about something. He didn't pay much attention to the world around him. But then again who would, when the world we lived in was an old abandoned, dirty shantytown.

I decided to check on my marigolds. I put on my hat, grabbed my cane and went outside to ten to my marigolds. Those bright flowers beautiful they could bring out the beauty and anything.

I then heard some footsteps. I was still on the ground with my cane next to me when I saw the first rock fly towards my marigolds. It had startled John and it took him a few seconds to get up but I was up in flash throwing my cane around the bushes wildly.

“Who out there?” I
People who do good things never gotta worry about people hurting them and the people who start all the trouble gotta look over they shoulder to make sure nobody trying to get them, but it doesn't. You can do all the good in the world and still have the same chance of getting hurt just as badly as somebody who purposely stirs up trouble. It ain't right but it's the way it is.

I planted my marigolds to help me with my issues. Some people cry, some get angry , I plant marigolds. John Burke don't understand why, he says the house isn't to nice looking, but I don't see the house. I see those beautiful marigolds that I put all my hard work into. I see something that finally shows the beauty out of all this filth and depression.

Those children don't understand. Part of me wants to believe it's because they haven't grown up yet, but if they knew how hard it was now, they'd probably be at the nearest store trying to get a job to help their parents instead of in my yard throwing stones at my flowers.

After she decided to go, I sat back down and started to think. I thought about how those children some more. It was getting pretty dark so I went back into my house. As I entered the door I heard that little boy Joey