by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Small glass cubed-shaped vase
Home for plant roots growing in water
Philodendron thriving nicely
In its bed of smooth pebbles
Today things however did not go well
While watering my plant
I missed the mark badly
Pouring a puddle upon my end table
Recalling science lessons from long ago
I grabbed a paper towel and created a straw
To suck up the liquid
O joy it did! problem solved
House plants Old technology
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
I quit driving myself – abandoned my car
Found I’ve been transported to a new world
Peopled by those who still have destinations
And when needing a ride call the S.T.C.
We help each other putting on seatbelts
Check on how each one’s day is unfolding
And sometimes something magical happens
When we tell our stories
Not long ago on one of my trips
A second passenger boarded the van
A smallish woman in a neat knitted cap
With whom I clicked while helping buckle her in
I saw a riot of colorful flowers
Grass, vines and green trees graced her yard
She told about her plants outside and inside
I soon sensed we were kindred souls
And so began our discussion of plants
Like some women have about their grandchildren
She mentioned her birthday coming up in December
I asked her the date and she said “the ninth”
I felt a tingle of recognition
Felt my joy bubbling up
So I replied “Just what I expected.
That date is my birthday, too!”
House plants Poetry Riches of Aging Small wonders
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Some people live
With family or roommates
And/or their beloved pets
Some live alone
With or without pets
I live with house plants
The seven that accompanied
My move to Cleveland
Now number nineteen
A few died of old age
Some multiplied themselves
Forming new generations
Plants are good company
Let me know of their needs
For water and sunlight
Then respond to my nurture
I love their quietness
Their elegant beauty
House plants My home Poetry