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My plants wouldn't grow, I worried so. My vines wouldn't creep, I couldn't sleep Then I lost my wedding ring. That was worse than anything. Then father died. I always cried. For depression's sake, I couldn't stay awake. Sleep eased the pain, That must remain. The day she left, I stood bereft. My life was now shattered. Nothing else mattered. Life had no worth. I cursed my birth. Then doctor said, You'll soon be dead. So much I'll miss, I can't take this. My prayers were all I had to give. Please dear God, just let me live. I can't believe. I can't conceive. A blessed break. A medical mistake. Before I was never able to see. That life is fun, so good for me. Things look just fine, On borrowed time. Lifting that weight, Everything's great. In fact things would be perfect, you know, If only I could get my plants to grow. Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 07:42 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1