I have
given you patience, time, food, sheltered you,
stayed
out late worrying about your tender body.
I gave
you love.
You
whimper in the ground
when the
morning shines dew drops.
You die
from me. While other flowers grow
you shrivel
and disappear.
One
night I could not sleep
feeling
your petals, smooth,
I wept
and I imagined.
Grow and
live.
Prove to
me
I did
not do everything
in vain.
January 6
