With leaves like hearts,
Why are you not hardy?
Why are you not hardy?
Your edges are serrated, but you just aren’t cut
Out for life in a busy place.
Are you confused? You bloom upside down,
Inside out. You faint like a Victorian lady
Wanting attention—smelling salts.
A sip of cool water revives you,
Too much water and your leaves
Turn jaundice yellow and fold up.
You whine too much.
You whine too much.
Maybe it’s a fragile beauty thing;
For few summer
For few summer
Blooms or painted butterfly wings
Can rival you.
Can rival you.
What’s Good About Home! 
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