Two years have passed since your last appearance,
way before we got the camera,
would’ve been great to catch your exotic double life .
Your thick green arms reached towards the blazing Texas sky,
pink blossom fingertips fearlessly faced the imperial red roses ,
while the yellow blossoms pointed towards a tangle of overgrown pond grass.
We learned your name,
indulged in your subtle fragrance,
unparalleled by any man- made hand cream and
impatiently waited for the next round of double harvest.
Something savaged your leaves, leaving you half barren,
forced to separate from your *** mate, we hoped your widowed side would revive.
You’re back hosting those long lost yellow petals,
lopsidedly holding your own in front of the sprawling purple bougonvillia,
and the brazenly orange hibiscus bush.
A busy gnome now covers the scar,
so only we really know that you didn’t always loll to the right.
I think you came back just to say goodbye.
A plant that didn't make it in our garden in Houston.