| General Poetry
posted November 21, 2019
Rubber tree plant I have some fear
that your impending death is near.
It's something I just can't allow,
think I may be to blame somehow.
I've never had a green thumb you see,
the care of plants shouldn't fall to me.
But when mom died and left you here,
her favorite plant she loved so dear,
then there was nothing I could do
except be the one to care for you.
I watered your soil every day,
perhaps too much, I'd have to say.
Mixed up your plant food, the right amount.
Two or three tablespoons? I lost count.
Then put you in the sun for hours,
'cause sunlight has restorative powers.
I dusted carefully, all your leaves.
Even though dust always makes me sneeze.
I always kept the cats away,
when with your leaves, they longed to play.
Still, there you sit in a wilting stance.
You look quite sickly at a glance.
Some of your leaves have fallen down.
Detached themselves, now on the ground.
Just please don't die dear Rubber Tree.
Mom's memory floods, when it's you I see,
her flowered housedress, faded slippers,
the pruning sheers that she called clippers.
And how she fussed over all of you,
her windowsill garden, she loved so true.
Though, it was you she loved the best,
your pot by the chair where she would rest.
Her cucumber sandwiches, a cup of tea,
the songs she Sang, Rubber, to you and me.
I promise you if you please revive,
I'll do my best to keep you alive.
Sweet Rubber tree who mom loved dear,
don't leave me now, just stay right here.
and 2 member cents.
A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.
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