There was a pot in the great room
standing formal like a bridegroom.
It's mouth gapped wide like a cream puff
and was lined with a silver cuff...
That sparkled fair in the sunlight
which gleamed upon a lovely plant-
to which the sun was attendant.
The em'er'ald green leaves were long-
and draping like a fountain strong.
And out from the center emerged
a long, green cord that grew and surged.
Tiny white buds lined along the cord
and burst open the most adored-
flowers that glistened in the sun
like prized jewels, rare and homespun.
The old blooms dropped like falling tears.
They fade away just like the years.
And in their place, a baby plant-
is born and grown- so elegant!
The weight of babies on the cord
press it down, down, to the floorboard.
Yet it stays strong, like mother's love-
connected well, like hand in glove.
Here's the life of a spider plant-
graceful, robust, and abundant.
They are green as an iguana.
Mine was a gift from Aunt Donna-
who has since passed, away from me-
but this plant still- grows carefree.
It's leaves remain calm and gracious,
and each day it is more precious.
(In honor of my Aunt Donna)
Author's Note: Yes, I took these pictures.
