Her Fault

She won't admit that she knocked down the orchid It was going to bloom again But the piece that broken; had the buds I had a sadness and told her so I told her it was her that broke it off As she watched me getting the bins inside the backyard Like she did when I was fifteen Mind you, I didn't tell I was going to do it I left when she was talking to my brother I thought the conversation would be long But she doesn't have any remorse On destroying the plant After I took care of it for two years Waiting for it to blossom again I guess I could put the piece in a pot with soil and water Maybe, it will bloom after all