My Plant Named Lady

I have a plant.
Her name is Lady.

Lady is not just any plant.
She has a personality—
the kind of personality
that makes you smile.

Sometimes she is quiet.
Sometimes she is chatty.
She talks to me
with her leaves.

One leaf stands straight up.
“I’m thirsty!”
It’s her way of asking for water.

All the leaves perk up.
“You’re beautiful!”
It’s her way of making me smile.

Sometimes, she waves a leaf—
like a tiny green flag—
“Hello there!”
Or
“Good job!”

Sometimes she stretches wide
like a leafy hug.
I reach out my arms
and hug her back.

If I ever feel sad,
Lady leans toward me.
Her leaves bow gently,
saying,
“I’m here. I love you.”

Every day is a little adventure.
Lady tells stories
with her leaves,
her stems,
her little flowers.

Some days she dances
in the sunlight.
Some days she hides
behind the curtains.
She always has something to say.

Lady teaches me
how to notice little things.
The tilt of a leaf,
the curve of a stem,
the sparkle of morning light.

Plants don’t just grow.
They listen.
They watch.
They love.

And my plant—
my wonderful, waving, whispering plant—
loves me.

Her name is Lady.
And I love her back.