The grandeur of her days were different now
Crushed Orchid plant white and magnificent
Peering outside window frame dusty from London passing cars
Red bricked frame of house leaning brightly into its colours
First brought the tears of loss
Of the mother no longer there
White engrossed with themselves petals keeping secrets
Thick and complimentary stems
Leaves curling furlonged away from the originating garden
When first arrived as a gift cut and trimmed by stem 
Envoking without need for promotion
A time to cry
Yellow pollenation buds budding for sunshine and Bees.