They died without ever
Coming into full bloom
No rain to nurture their root
What could have been
Simply shriveled away
Too starved to bear any fruit
I look at my children
Tender buds on a vine
Hungry; needing to be fed
Oh God may they never
Shrivel up and die
Because all I gave them was bread
© Janet Martin
I was cutting away flowers the other day that did not survive the drought. Beauty gone to waste…
this is a sweet homage to your children. i love "tender buds on a vine" and the emotionally charged final lines. x
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