Mother planted it in the garden,
Right next to my window.
Being just a young child myself,
I like to say we grew up together.
When I was cold, I'd see it shiver;
Winter chills disturbing us both.
In the summer we'd grow taller
And embrace the happiness around us.
Mother died and I was left alone.
Having never married, it was just us left.
We grew tired and we grew weary,
Our skin thinned, hair loosened.
The summer just took too much energy
And that final winter was too much to bear.
Our health suffered and our world became fare,
Nobody ever knew that we had been there.
