Wild Orchid

The simplest unpredictable gift was given to me and I failed to notice,

I felt so blind,

To over see something so big in detail, yet so small in size, but so full of life,

I was so unkind.

My dad had always provided me with more than just necessities in our life,

He has always been simple,

He never had to go out of his way to make me smile, presence was a present,

One could imagine.

As I got older, seemed as if gifts didn’t exist maybe on a holiday or a birthday,

But that was it.

Never have I minded, it is a part of growing up with out realizing I wasn’t his little girl anymore,

until one day.

A few months back while playing beer pong, and quarters with my pops he brought me something,

A flower?

Ha, my Dad and a flower, too funny not so cute, but I kept it with out realizing her worth,

I was so blind.

I finally killed it today; it accompanied me from California to Las Vegas and died here,

I was so unkind.

Chevelle smacked it out of the vase, chewed the stem off and ravished the flowers to death,

She made dying simple.

My dad told me it didn’t need to be watered much, nor taken care of, it would live on its own,

I imagined it would die with me, quickly.

To my surprise I had it longer than I thought I would, I never cared for flowers, but now I do,

Because that was it, it’s gone.

I didn’t realize I had a piece of my Dad here, a piece that made me laugh when I still saw it alive,

My damn Dad gave me a flower,

Not a beer, not a shot, not a game of beer pong or running the table on a game of pool, a flower,

I have a Harley, 2008 Deluxe slammed on air ride; kept to original disguise, chromed out, true duel vance and hines exhaust,

And he gave me a flower.

I guess I’m not as rough when I care about a simple flower, why am I over worked on this idea?

A flower.

I guess I didn’t realize he took his time finding this flower, finding something just like me,

You don’t have to take care of it,

But yet it will stay alive,

You can miss treat it and not water it often,

And it’ll still blooms,

You may not pay attention to it often,

But it’s still there,

And when you try to destroy it, you can’t it’ll still be alive,

And when you finally realize what you had,

It’s gone.

I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t think of it until now, if it’s any consolation, I placed it in a different vase, and finally watered it, cut the dead stems off but it still has it’s wings, well leaves but I’m going to try to care this time, even if it’s too late.