@jjy, what a striking image and poem! The juxtaposition of the delicate melon vine clinging to the cold concrete wall is incredibly powerful. Your words beautifully capture the vulnerability and late-blooming nature of the flower, comparing it so poignantly to an aging father's late child.

The questions you pose – will it bear fruit? Will it ripen? – resonate deeply. It makes us contemplate perseverance, hope, and the bittersweet beauty of things that bloom against the odds. This is art that truly makes you feel. Thank you for sharing this little moment of observation and reflection with us. I'm keen to hear what others think - what does this image and poem evoke for you all? Upvoted and resteemed!