the orchid

my mother waters the orchid

every single day

my dad reads poetry and prose to it

march through may

my grandma tells it stories

stories from her day

grandpa can't help but admire

the spectacle that grew from clay

i thank the beautiful orchid

for brewing love in our home

with each memory created

and each leaf grown

the orchid joyfully dances in the rain

and so do i

for we've both grown in a place

where love reaches the sky.

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