Pretty little flower

Pretty little flower,

I see you.

Don’t be scared, I’ve been watching you grow.

When you started out as a seed that had no name or type.

I never knew what you would turn into.

You grew up unsure.

Never knowing what exactly it was that you needed or how much of it.

Trying hard to stay in the light, staying warm every cold night.

Then one day when you about to bloom, someone came and picked you.

Killed you, cut you down with no second thought.

You couldn’t hold on much longer.

They put you on display, still standing straight while they watch your petals wilt, and colors fade.

I never would have picked you.

Not because I didn’t want you, but because…

If you truly love something you help it grow and nourish it.

I would have watered you every day, killed the weeds that grew around you.

I am sorry I didn’t save you pretty little flower.

But I will plant another seed, and watch it grow.

I miss you pretty little flower.

-D.L.E