I was a good plant.

I took it all,
rain or shine
the temper was a blessing
bad moods to balance with the fine.

She never sat with me
She was right, I couldn't hear
But I felt her walk by
in the not so winter cheer.

I was a good plant,
but you didn't care
You had lovers and brothers
better company to share.

I tried my best
to grow arms to hold you
a tongue to woo
legs and eyes
to witness more than your shoe.

As autumn arrives
Morning dew will be my tears
This love won’t last
by the bed near your door.