A Little Support

The growth was in the salver, that lay abandoned on the portal, portal that itself lay ignored in a home corner, Never had the chance to visit them, in several and many days, I had kept the recptacle, because my fancy on it was killed, wind blew, and brought sand from the desert outside my home, some of that sand deposited in the salver, as it painstakingly over days, of my ignorance, collected more, rain lashed in some days, and a pollinating seed had flown in, from somewhere else, it germed and rooted, when I was away, when I looked at it, I was reminded and rekindled, that with little enthuse and support, one can survive without motherly exhort.