Your dead mother's orchids

     
     
You were screaming about your "dead mother" to me      
all because I said I didn't like orchids      
you said, "if you only knew      
how much my dead mother loved orchids!"      
       
when choosing flowers for my wedding      
you said I should do orchids. I said I wanted carnations.      
you said "carnations are fucking ugly and cheap."      
(why would anyone love carnations?)      
     
So I asked why you loved orchids. "They are beautiful and rare," you replied.      
"A carnation isn't beautiful because it is common?"      
"And cheap," you added.      
Let's not forget cheap.      
     
When I pressed, you screamed in defense      
"my dead mother loved orchids that's why!"      
you were crying, trying to make me feel guilty      
as if I didn't know your dead mother.      
     
You never bothered to ask  
why I loved carnations.      
Had you asked      
I would have told you.      
             
In Hungary there are many carnations      
For grief, for love, for no reason.      
People on the street would hand me one
Just for giving them a smile.       
     
Carnations remind me that the nature of man is kind.      
     
But you don't care about that.      
you only care about your dead mother      
wanting orchids at my wedding      
maybe you didn't know      
     
I lost my grandma too.