Plant Sitter...3º

Temperature is slowly climbing, daylight lengthening...January is zipping by...Not much to write about today so will share a poem I wrote for the "Write People" last week...I normally do not write poetry so this is really a stretch for me...Let me know if it makes any sense...Hugs To All...OWAV:)

                     Rosemary's Demise                                

She arrived on my doorstep

Dressed all in green.

No hat to adorn , but

She was never forlorn.

She settled right in

Adding fragrance to the room.

Her personality cheery

Why suddenly did she turn dreary?

I noticed a brown needle here and there.

Limbs kind of droopy.

Why was she ailing?

How could she be failing.

Entrusted to my care

she came with high hopes

The winter would soon be over 

And she again in high clover.

After all I have the green thumb

Passed down over the years.

I replenished her with a drink.

That's what you need I think.

I talked to her gently 

Her limbs seemed to lift

I was about to smile, but

Was this her last mile?

Her dress turned to brown

Needles fell to the floor

Death was not kind 

      I wonder will Pat mind?