(With thanks to Nick Driscoll)
 
Parsley rarely receives

what she deserves, though

she rarely deserves what she has
received she maintains

discussing entitlement with

Carolyn, Nicholas, Maurice and
Georgina in the garden

of thyme and time, spotting

uncertainty. Like a canopy of
constant azure above

the greenhouse built by her

orchid-growing parents, who
were mindful enough to

deconstruct cells of certainty

and foster leaves of fortitude.
Too late now to ask

Petronella and Paul

what they thought of belonging.