In Gratitude

My wife used to tend to the garden....now she is tending to me. She waters me with constantcy, fertilizers me with love. In gratitude, I will try to bloom as faithfully as a geranium if not the rose, smell as sweetly in the early evening dusk as jasmine, and seek the sun as tenciously as the tallest, elegant sunflower; while continuing to place my roots firmly in the ground like the common shrub I am.