from my oldest daughter.
Brought home from school
in a Styrofoam cup of water.
Starter piece cut from a plant.
A Wandering Jew.
Roots already sprouting.
Green thumb somehow eluded me.
Hectically began reading,
how to keep this gorgeous vine alive.
Pages and pages telling me,
hard to kill this beautiful creeper.
Fascinating the history, the story
of how this organism was named.
All the more reasons I mustn't fail.
Carefully trimming the roots,
making sure it had the right amount of light.
Watching it grow, until time to transplant.
The stress of fixing potting soil just right,
gently placing it just so in the hole I made.
Securing it with the soil and tending it daily.
Then I saw a beautiful transformation.
Growing, vines beginning to hang.
My Wandering Jew survived!
Now it has transformed enough
to produce it's on starters.
Wonderful feeling and gift idea.
Proudly I can say I didn't kill a plant.