LA MUERTE DE UNA FLOR

THE DEATH OF A FLOWER

I saw the flower wilt and die,
And at first I didn’t understand why,
But then it became obvious to me,
Because you no longer watered it, you see?

For a flower to bloom it must be loved,
And when it was new you were much involved,
But then you got distracted and moved away,
And so it didn’t get watered everyday.

I saw the flower wilt and die,
And so I had to tell it goodbye.
Maybe I can get a new plant one day,
And take care of it in my own way.

For when the flower wilts and dies,
It takes with it all the promises and lies,
“I’ll water it everyday,” you use to say,
Until you found another flower to occupy your day.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre