The leaves get dusted and the soils refreshed every so often.
I water your plant with the leftover water Grandpa brings home after his day of work.
Water that is room temperature, water that has traveled the city,
water that I pour with gratitude and love.
It has two blooms today.
Once they are finished I will give your birth plant a hair cut.
I will dry the spathe for your memorial tree.
I will bring it in June with fresh rosemary,
on the date of your next new birth.
I care for your birth plant and it cares for me.
My air is cleaned and refreshed.
My eyes soothed by the green foliage.
A tiny whiff of sweet fragrance reminds me of you.
You liked Blue's Clues.
We remember this day when you graced us with your tiny smile.