Amandas rose

[pacingalone]

The florist asked who it was for
I lied, my mother
its her birthday.

Sheltering it from the cold,
speaking to it softly
"please don't wilt before i get there."

That was 3 years ago.

I watched it crack, The dried rose hanging from your mirror.
It fell on the floor behind you dresser.
The petals all crunched an shattered.

You swept your floor and now your flower is in the hall
the living room
the bathroom
the kitchen

I hope you never sweep the floors again
because my love has filled the house.