I grew up with my mother being a florist, and I am not sure why, but for some reason cut flowers always made me a little bit sad. I have always preferred potted plants and gardens. I wrote a little poem below to describe those feelings.
I have never liked the idea
Of receiving flowers
Being offered a bright package
Destined not to last
I have never understood
Why a gesture of intimacy
Is giving a gift
That is already dying
