ODE TO MY FLOWER
I had a door flower that was so very neat,
In fact, it could be seen from my busy street.
This flower never needed any kind of water,
That's the reason why I bought 'er.
I loved you and adored you for two whole seasons,
That's why I couldn't wait to hang you up again for that reason.
Now that you're gone, my door looks oh, so plain,
Hey thief...you really have something to explain.
I hope you enjoy MY pretty white daisy,
I wish you'd know that stealing is just plain crazy!
If only I could make that darn flower now wilt,
I'd have some satisfaction and leave you riddled with guilt!
I know with time, this too shall pass,
As for now, dear thief, you can kiss my.......(flower!)
Okay, I am now feeling much better! Of course, I am still ticked off, but my Dad made a good point. I only noticed that today it was gone, but it could have been missing for up to a week or more. So, if I didn't notice sooner, how really attached was I? I guess I feel a little more violated and vulnerable than the loss of the flower. Right?!