Mother's Journal-Night Blooming Cereus

My mother has a night-blooming cereus. Her neighbors come over with flashlights in the middle of the night to see it. This is a poem she wrote about it.


Night-Blooming Cereus

You were just an ungainly piece
of chlorophyl
Barely able to support the bud
that was swelling on your stem
Until one night
that bud burst forth
into a flower of
translucent wonder and beauty
Even though
It was only I
who was there to see.