She tended to flowers

She tended to flowers through the day passing by;
she tended to flowers through the dark rising high.
She smiled as she tended and nourished the pots;
as frail as she was, this work she could not stop.

She grew each plant from each seed of each fruit
that she ate; be it weak; let it have a bent shoot.
She grew them in pots, tiny pots which she sold
"Take care" she called "they are more precious than gold!"

Her heart broke and bled and shattered some more,
when she sold pieces of her soul she yet bore.
But an old lady she was, she could not keep them all
in a house old as she was, so old and so small!

She then ushered away the children that came,
to break her little pots, for it they felt no shame.
She panted as the children laughed at "the cramped lady"
she sighed; tears welling up as she felt her belly

"Poor children ignorant you are for you don't know
the pain of losing the only child that you once sowed"
She tended the flowers as if they were her lost child;
feeling her hollow heart fill the old lady smiled.