The wilting flower sits forgotten,
The yellow petals droop in surrender,
edging closer to the undusted table.
The sun is no more.
The water has run dry.
It’s winter inside,
but summer is just beyond her window.
Warmth she will never know again.
The unkempt flower survived for so long,
weakened from the weeds in her carer’s mind.
She does not blame her carer,
for she knows how hard it is to survive,
when it’s winter inside.