Mrs. Wilson’s Orchid

she was Bound to her bed
all alone
sick and dying
she would gaze out her window
only seeing the beauty of the birds
no one see's her
but she see's them...
her only joy is the orchid beside her
sick and dying
so did her orchid
as each petal fell
another week went by
she lay sick and dying
until they were all gone
on her final night
I kissed her forehead
wished her goodnight
and soon she went into the light
she and her orchid
will forever be bright
instilled in me
I will always have her simple love
and though her death was foretold
by something as beautiful as an orchid
her memory still lives in me
I believe she can still see
because even in the end
she still had love
love in me and in life..

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