Will Not Grow

by Rebecca Valentino

I’m watering this flower,

I’m hoping it will grow.

I fed it every day this year,

It doesn’t even show.

I talk to it I even sing,

It’s hardly by itself.

In my bed it sleeps with me,

Not lonely on a shelf.

I dress it every morning,

I clean the dirt at night.

But sadly though, it will not grow,

And it’s a ghastly sight!