As a chore,I was told to water the flowers today.
Should I water them as told or do I disobey.
The stress of this decision leaves me to ponder.
I'm confused on what to do.
I'm left to wander.
If I don't my mother will be mad.
That'll make me sad.
If I do she'll be glad.
Which is great.
That isn't so bad.
The flowers may blossom into happiness.
That happiness can be short lived.
The flowers can turn into sadness.
I chose what I thought was best.
Watching it grow and come in to full bloom.
I sat there and admired every moment of my success.
They were quite a sight.
The flowers didn't cause fright.
I felt like I've done what's right.
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