The Plant My Sister Gave Me

The plant my sister gave me
 I move from here to there
  It hasn't always been this way

I do not know her name even
  for years and years she sat next to the sink
   getting dusty
    in rotten water
     her leaves crying and dying
      some of them
       some of the time

And sometimes she was fine
   most times
After years and years I started talking to her
 in my mind

Sylvia had washed her rocks
  changed her water
    trimmed her
     loved her I guess
      that must have helped

Beverly did the same
  washing her leafs
    now so do I
     and have put her out to the summer showers
      for all I remember about her
       is she does not like direct sun

So there she was next to the sink