Our neighbour gave us a gorgeous poinsettia for Christmas… it lasted about a week. We think the store must have had it on some kind of drug.
I’ve looked after the ‘dead’ poinsettia for months, refusing to give up on it.
It has revived, grown gloriously, and inspired this poem…
This Bloody Plant
This bloody plant just won’t die!
It’s like my bloody hope:
Some water of encouragement,
And it grows again, the dope!