Flower Girl Goes to Therapy

this was a part of an incomplete assignment i submitted that my creative writing teacher quite liked.

Flower Girl! It's been too long.
Say, how does your garden grow?

Oh, dear, I'd wish to tell you "well,"
but it simply isn't so.

The soil's sick, this must be true,
my flowers are all dead!

I mourn so deeply from my loss,
I hardly rise from bed.