PJ Swift

The Potted Plant

The potted plant, brownish, sitting in dried out dirt, dusty, so often neglected, had to endure the new arrivals.  On special occasions, a flower bouquet would arrive. So much attention. Fretting, pruning, arranging.  And water! Plenty of it.  Always taking a cherished placement in the sunniest spot.  But soon enough these brilliant bouquets would fade and wither.  Discarded.  Their water dumped -- often, right into the potted plant.  And the dour, dowdy, potted plant would continue to endure.  Never fully noticed or appreciated.  But present always.  Inseparable from an environment, known as home.