Overgrown daisies disappoint, leggy and thin.
Crepe myrtle is overburdened by suckers beneath its limbs.
A heartless vine of bleeding hearts
begs for fertilizer.
And the jasmine, crazy and untamed,
twists and spirals onto itself, into the air.
But that’s fair.
Because my son needs care.
Rooted to medium soft gel foam,
songs and poems might blossom
because I care for my son.
Consistently watered and fed,
he never leaves his flowerbed.
And that’s not fair.