Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea

I almost didn’t find you

Hiding in the back of the garden center

Just a stick with a couple of leaves

Something told me you were special

I paid the fifteen bucks they wanted

And you went home with me

A large pot and some deep black soil

And soon you became family

I watered you and cared for you

Made sure that you were never too dry

A year later you had grown

Taken over the garden

But I still loved you

And your pink leaves and tiny flowers

You made my mornings as I looked out

And I knew that life would be good