To My Mother: "I'm Sorry"

Dear Mom,
A flower in your garden of three is dying
it began to wilt years ago
I remember when you noticed
you couldn't help but  
blame yourself.
Asked what you could do differently
so you showered it with love
let it bathe in your warmth
 reminded it that its roots were a foundation to lean on
a foundation of stability
a foundation of strength
but still
the parasite ate away at the beautiful bud
weak stem 
and petals that never got to unfold
still
you always said it was beautiful
always hoped it would find the light
but darkness enveloped the seed 
and gripped it so tight it barely reached the surface
and now
now the plant is dying
and I just hope when it passes
you don't find a way to blame yourself