Gnome: A Short Story

Mama’s plant is the one symbol, in the story with the most impactful meaning, especially being the impact and correlation it perceives with mama herself. In the story mama always takes care of the plant and frequently refers to compare

And now and then in the afternoon she would burst through the door holding flowers and cookies and smelling fresh like the outdoors. She would stay for a moment or two and chat about with the children about the wonderful weather or her garden. The children would show her the pictures that they had drawn and ask her questions about their mother. Which she could never answer, but she would try.

The setting of Alice Walkers short story” The Flowers” is important for us, the readers to obtain a perspective of how life was like growing up for a 10 year old African American girl by the name of Myop. The title of the story is “The Flowers.” When you think about flowers, you instantly compare them to being beautiful, pure, and innocent. The title of the “The Flowers” is a symbolism that correlates to Myop who is the protagonist of the story. Myop is just like a flower in the beginning of the story. She’s a pure and innocent child but that pure innocence changes when she discovers something that’ll change her life forever.

He presses gentle kisses on her neck as she stares at the extensive gardens surrounding the Manor.

In this “Autumn” chapter, Claudia MacTeer uses flower imagery to describe how she and Frieda respond to their environment. This metaphor calls attention to the importance of nurture and environment for these young children, especially during these formative years of childhood. Like flowers, we depend on our environment for sustenance, so in turn, Pecola Breedlove, Soaphead Church, and Louis, Jr., inherit the legacy of self-loathing and Claudia and Frieda MacTeer inherit the legacy of self-worth.

In the long, winding road of life, youth are often lost, in need of some direction. And while they traverse this road, mothers, or at least motherly figures, act as their guide, providing assistance for the many tough decisions that are scattered throughout this road. Similarly, in Sue Monk Kidd’s The Secret Life of Bees, the motherless protagonist, Lily Owens, is traversing adolescence. Eventually, her adventures as a runaway lead her to a bright pink house in Tiburon, South Carolina, where she discovers many women to whom she can look for guidance, love, and support. Through Lily’s relationship with these women, preconceived notions about mothers are shattered and a whole new conceptualization of motherhood is presented as Lily is able to look to not one, but many women as a motherly figure and finally love herself.

"You don't have to say anything, see your shock smiling face is enough for me to see. I wanted to do this because this garden reminds me of you. You always say you're not pretty or perfect but to me you remind of this place even a flower has a flaw somewhere but they still come out beautiful like you did" he said smiling at her while she looks away with a slight blush on her face. She couldn't show it but she was really happy that he did this for her of all people.

The next morning, Joshua drove his Lexis down his mother’s driveway and parked. Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the red roses growing along the side of his mother’s house. Shaking his head, he whispered, “Mom and her

In this text I will be telling you about the marigolds. Once a few years ago a young girl lived in a small neighborhood when she was young and her and her friends used to hide in bushes and mess with Miss.Lottie. Lizabeth mother was never home because she was working. Her father was unemployed. The little girl was in her bed and she couldn’t sleep so she woke her brother up and put on some clothes and left. When she got outside she ran for a little while and she ran over to Miss.Lottie’s garden and tore them out the ground

Webberton said, taking her bags and turning to leave. “I just hope she doesn’t frighten easy.”

“Leave that up to my dad,” Vinyl said. She sounded confident that we would, in fact, be in another place at the end of the day. “Trust me, Octy. We’ll be okay. You do trust me, right?”

“Come on, Tre” I begged, wanting him to severely come to the haunted house with Tia, Michael, Mike, Naomi and me. We were in Mrs. Sorun’s Relationship Development I class at the time, doing what we usually do. Nothing. “I know you can make some spare time on your normal, non-busy Saturday to join us.”

“I stopped him,” she said, staring at a place where the fence used to be. “I took and put my babies in a place where they’d be safe.”

daughter feel about their home. “I will wait for her in the yard that Maggie and I made so clean

She held tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she moved on.