Dear Flower
A poem by Deborah E Martin

Dear Flower

My apologies I forgot to water you 
I was not intentionally uncaring 
my mind was just too full 
it’s become Swiss cheese 
I’m sorry your blossoms will fall 
becoming messy on the table 
at the foot of the base 
if there was a fire 
my focus would be more direct 
thoughts disappear like the morning 
fog before the storm 
my nightgown is adorned with glowworm‘s 
I promise not to poison you 
your petals swollen float prematurely  
I am to blame half asleep I provide no water, no light 
my horoscope declares I am unsteady
random in my care. 
I cut your stem with a sharp knife 
to increase the flow of water and nutrients 
unable to decipher the quantity of sugar and vinegar 
best suited to your preservation 
the moon is in the wrong phase for clarity of thought 
like Dad pilfering the neighbours tomato 
the devil has made me do it 
the shadows now descend 
I honestly apologize for not being
capable of the balance 
required to juggle all the balls 
my heart a place of regret

About the Author:

Deborah E Martin is a retired probation officer and family history researcher who lives in Raymond, Alberta. She writes to remember and to be remembered, evidence that she was here, lived, breathed, loved and her presence mattered. 

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