The Dying Gift

I grew up with my mother being a florist, and I am not sure why, but for some reason cut flowers always made me a little bit sad. I have always preferred potted plants and gardens. I wrote a little poem below to describe those feelings.

      I have never liked the idea 
         Of receiving flowers
     Being offered a bright package 
          Destined not to last
        I have never understood
       Why a gesture of intimacy 
           Is giving a gift
        That is already dying