THE INSPIRATION OF THIS POEM CAME FROM A PLANT I HAD AT HOME. AS I CLEANED HER UP THE WORDS JUST CAME TO ME.
This morning, while watching the rain I noticed my diffenbachia was dying. Taken by emotion, I thought to myself Had I been ignoring her? Her green and white leaves Were dusty and yellow, Not a good sign. Nor had I spoken to her, Letting her know How beautiful she was Ironically, it was pouring outside and She was dry she had not been watered In quite some time. I walked over to her, To apologize I guess. I noticed the stem, it was broken, My poor diffenbachia was hurt, So was I.
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