I am growing
Despite the rotten soil I sprouted from
And the neglectful gardeners that watered me none
I am growing

My stem may be short and my seeds all but hidden
But after a lifelong pause button of shriveled leaves and closed sepals
I am finally growing

Bright white daisy petals dipped in pink
Reminding me of the hope that comes with the scent of rose water perfume

Sometimes I think it wouldn't be easier to stop
To let my leaves stay...