A Small Tragedy

A Small Tragedy

You gave me a bonsai, as a gift.
I don’t know why…
I surely hadn’t asked for it.
Alas, its decline was swift,
Was it too wet ?  Was it too dry ?
So here it sat, sentenced to die.

Others had stolen its height away,
And spawned a lap-tree pet –
The start of a forest on a windowsill.
Here was my disrepair on display,
Alone and neglected – yet I swear
I tried so hard to care and not to kill.

I know it wasn’t cheap to buy,
And ev’ry loss of another tiny leaf
Brought grief at failing you.
As ancient as a samurai –
And here was I, ungrateful thief,
Who stole its life in a month or two.

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