Diana Poems


A Mother's Day Gift


I watered you everyday
But for four days
I went away

Coming back
I found you shriveled
Your leaves dried up and wrinkled
All the other flowers were smiling
But, you were the only one dieing

I bought you on mother’s day
And you were not so cheap I must say
You had no blooms
But the sales man promised you would
So, I trusted too hard
And ripped the receipt
And took you home with me

As hardy as you claim to be
You seem weak
No flower ever peaked

I feed you fertilized food
As you are now on your death bed
But you haven’t woken up yet
I am still waiting
As I water you everyday
Maybe you’ll come back to life
And i’ll get my fifty-two dollars back some day

Submitted: Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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