I’ll nOt forget hOw u shriveled and curled.. OH! hOw it hurts..

My yard long’ner bean was too tall for the cup
So it moved all the way to the pot.
It was healthy and cheery as pOmpy desire,
And pOmpy love it dearly more!
So it grew happily in the day and in the night,
And was pOmpy’s treasure and her pride...
But it stOpped, shOcked! Never to grOw again
When the deadly virus come by…

*Sang to the tune ‘My Grandfather’s Clock’*

It was so difficult to part, I had to cut it Off, first was E’ner, followed by K’ner and L’ner was next… *my heart wept*. Only W’ner was left. It stood alone..
nOthing stirred. nOthing will ever stir..
that was when I knew that my heart had heart died.