Potty Plant Love

I stroked the house plant,
nurtured it, loved it,
watered it, fed it and
spoke sweet nothing's
to its leaves.
Now it has bloomed,
sprouted baby leaves,
encouraged by me
and suddenly I've noticed
it's leaning towards me
in the opposite direction
to the sun.........

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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