The grave of your father grew a cactus, you took it as a sign, <br />which you didn't know the meaning of until your heart was mine. <br /> <br />The cactus came year after year; you dug it out each time. <br />Yet, the cactus came back anyway until your heart was mine. <br /> <br />You poisoned it and wondered why it would not show resign, <br />but the poison did not squelch it until your heart was mine. <br /> <br />Your father knew your tragedies, and felt your anguished heart. <br />He saw mistakes come haunting you although you were apart, <br />so he sent to you a cactus as a sympathetic sign <br />of bristled grief that plagued you until your heart was mine. <br /> <br />The cactus on your father's grave remained until the day <br />that your love was placed into my hands, then the cactus went away.<br /><br />Christine K. Trease<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cactus-on-your-father-s-grave/
