Today, I woke up to the sun. With a long stretch, I embraced its caring warmth.  All was well until he came, the man who fed and nourished me.  He took me – Extirpated me from my home, my mother

The ride was long and uncomfortable. I had no mother or home for support. I was drowning in my own air.  He packed me into a room with others like me. People watched me through the glass, scrutinizing my every shade and hue. Not one took the time to judge me for me. I was so far from home. My neighbors’ numbers slowly dwindled as I watched the date on the calendars change. It seemed like years passed before my lottery ticket came. But it did.

I awoke in the arms of a woman. She held me with love and care but not quite like mother. I missed mother. She happily kissed the man who gifted me before shuffling me to a new home. I made her happy. It made me happy.

Days passed and the woman took good care of me. A sprinkle of sugar in my water made me light up. But I felt myself stiffen in most places and droop in the rest. I felt her eyes on me in an easy, sad gaze. The last thing I remember before collapsing in on myself were the words of my surrogate mother.

“Flowers are a lot like lovers. They give up everything; homes and a pain-free life for satisfaction despite the frailties. Selfless”