Sunday, December 8, 2013

Poinsettia {A Poem}

The poinsettia
It lived
Far longer than we expected.
They said it was my loving, seven-year-old hands
That did that bit of holiday magic.

The poinsettia
It would have lived longer
If we had taken it with us
Or stayed to care for it.
But, we couldn't.

The poinsettia
We left it behind
And a recent discovery is
I left my magical, loving touch
With it.