Purple flower bush once standing tall Guardian of the entrance way, Tended lovingly since small In a bed of sandy clay. Watched it spread each gentle youthful limb, Watered oft, gave ample food, Glorious colour ‘till the day was dim Swaying gently in reflective mood. Full mature and proud did stately stand, Passers by paused to admire, Shared its flowers with each eager hand Ample … Continue reading Parasite