Throw That Dead Plant Out The Door…

Throw That Dead Plant Out The Door…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates


Potted plant with Christmas Spiders I made…


On my table sits a potted plant, all brown… withered

I hold onto it just in case… just in case it shows life


I watch, listen… look all through it with hope in my heart

Why?  Because the plant meant something to me, I want it to live


Should I throw that dead potted plant away?

I mean, it might revive itself from my love… begin growing again


Am I fooling myself, wishing for the impossible

Can one make a dead person come back alive … with love?


Can I make this dead potted plant come back alive

Will my love, caring make it grow… it’s dead, dead, dead


Letting go, throwing that dead potted plant out the door

Doesn’t mean I hate it, never loved it… it’s dead, it can’t return my love


The plant isn’t aware how much it means to me… it won’t even show green for me

Brown, withered… nothing I can do will bring it alive


At first… I would see a sign of green to let me know it wanted to grow

Life came along … affected me, plant and all


Until that potted plant just died sitting there on that table

Today… after trying to keep it all these years … I throw it away


It doesn’t mean I love it any less… I will love it always because of what it meant to me

Now… there’s no place for it in my life… I’ll do us both a favor


Throw it right out that door, never look back… because no matter how my heart hurts

That plant’s not coming back alive… it has no heart… no roots; they died long ago


I won’t keep beating a dead horse to make it come alive

I’ll leave it in peace now… no more, no more … this is it


Everyone can think what they will … they will anyway

Think I never loved, or cared… it’s what they don’t know


Never will… what’s been in my heart all these years

Never know the pain I’ve lived with… now, I’m old enough to know to… let go


Let go of what has been in my side all these years

I should have done it long ago… less heartache, less grief, pain


I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to let go

Throw that dead potted plant … out the door


10 thoughts on “Throw That Dead Plant Out The Door…

  1. Hi Gloria! 🙂

    Sometimes we have to just let go… 😦

    Thanks for the visit and comment! 🙂

    Yes, I’m still suffering from a cough although the flu fever has eased.

    I did my shopping yesterday and was really tired by the time I got home, but I now have a full fridge and freezer with some fine Spanish brandy and Kentucky Bourbon waiting for the New Year! 🙂

    My Californian penfriend Gina is down with what sounds like Norovirus and she’s really ill with it, but there’s nothing I can do to help her… 😦

    Hope you and Skip feel better real soon! 🙂

    Yes, Pat and Becky were lovely to see even if they DID wake me from a sound sleep! LoL!!! 🙂

    As long as I don’t spread this around I’ll be happy! 🙂

    Happy New Year my friend with much love to you, Skip and the pups!!! 🙂


    • Hi Prenin,

      I just read to Skip (he is cooking chicken)… he said Kentucky Bourbon is famous… he used to haul loads of it from Louisville, Kentucky to the ABC warehouse in Virginia, and North Carolina. :))))))))

      He said ‘Happy New Year! and not to drink too much,ha!’

      I’m so glad you have a full fridge, and spirits to ring in the New Year! Love, Gloria :))))

  2. Hi Gloria, Oh how is it the Lord sends us people we never knew a year ago, Yet tonight I feel truly blessed to have met you and call you friend.Funny I went to the store today, and got a few items, and when I got home, looking at the elephant magnet from Karen’s refrigerator that I took home with me, I thought, and I don’t have to tell you about these crazy tears that come in a second. You see she would always call me to make sure I bought my beans to soak for New Year’s Eve. It is an omen she has always done, and you know what? I forgot them….So after my first tea in the morning I am off to buy my beans to soak. I hope you are well and hello to Skip and hugs and kisses to those pups. I think the New Year will be better than last, it has to be. So Happy New Year and will write in a day or so to fill you in on the drama (who needs Soap Operas!) Much Love Friend, Margaret

    • Margaret, I’m so honored by your words! I’m also, honored to be your friend. It means a lot to me when I get your special emails… I love to read them. I look forward! Happy New Year, dear Margaret! Love, Gloria

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