The Life of a Plant

In graduate school I took a poetry class and wrote a poem about gardening. It's not my forte, but maybe should be.

I've struck again. I've killed another round of house plants. My face should be posted in florists across the country. Here's my poem, and one of my poor, little plants.

I can't seem to keep my

house plant

Alive

My mother tends to a plethora of

irises

roses

daises

tiger lilies

My grandmother tended to

briliant

luscious tomatoes,

delicous cucumbers,

prominent zucchini

and the most

aromatic herbs

My youth was spent

helping

these generations of

Gardeners

Yet, my house plant weeps

Not quite dying

Not quite living

Perhaps longing for the

warm

days of Summer to

return