I felt sick, alone and sick,
And so I bought a plant.
He sat alone, in a grubby bucket by the door,
And soon I found myself freely chatting to him
Softly in a whisper first, and then in normal tone.
I knew he needed friends and so I trudged to garden stores
To find the loveliest of house plants in the world
And soon my house was jungle like, filled with greenery.
People worried I’d gone mad as parrots flew from bedroom windows
And steamy clouds would drift from open doors.
But I knew that I had made a world where sickness seeped away
And nature held me in its hand
While everybody round my home, slowly withered down.
juliadeniro
I would like a room like that.
patientandkindlove
I saw, on tv, a lady who had a chronic illness and couldn’t get outside. She loved the garden and missed it so her husband brought in loads of houseplants so that her living room looked like one of those living rain forests. It was so sweet and beautiful and gave me the seed of inspiration for this little poem.
juliadeniro
That does sound beautiful.
crispina kemp
While it’s true some areas of my living room do resemble something greenly tropical, I haven’t yet gone to that extreme. But talk to my plants, yes, I do