There are days, whole days that go by without me thinking of her

And then there are days when I can think of nothing but her and how much I ache for her 

And honestly, I can't tell which kind of day is worse 

 

Peace lily is blooming in the garden, 

I watch it anxiously, expecting it to wither even as I watch

Peace lily is blooming in the garden, 

Its beautiful serpentine hoods raised, 

Its yellow-white spathe shying away from prying eyes

Peace lily is blooming in the garden, 

I water it cautiously, just enough, not too much,

Shield it from the sun, so it has warmth but not heat, 

Keep it safe from the dog and the children, yet let it stand on display

Peace lily is blooming in the garden, 

I wonder how anything so lovely grows in my garden, 

Untarnished, unsoiled, untouched by the turmoil here, 

Maybe I've forgotten what it's like to watch something blossom,

Maybe I've no understanding of things that grow more rapturous with time

Peace lily is blooming in the garden