Geranium Poem by Paul Reed

I rest here on the kitchen window sill
Safe from harm and winter chill
I have been delivered here by loving hand
A soldier from the human band;

He saw me flourish in warmer times
My steady growth, my stem that climbs
Saw me blossom, as is my duty
Now repays me for my beauty;

He took note of my pink array
That brightened up the autumn day
My cheery show was his spur
And he saved me for another year;

Now I rest amongst pots and pans
Home-baked bread, cakes and flans
I will wait here patiently for the summer rain
So that I may pay him back again