The soft red blush on her roses has faded
due to weeks of unforeseen neglect
Petals have wilted, and many have died
Where is Laurel Ann her garden wonders?
Her caring hands they no longer feel
that carried water and saw to their needs
as they cared for the soil down on her knees
Never again will she breathe the heavenly scent
of the roses that she so lovingly cared for
Laurel Ann fell ill one night while she was sleeping
Her family gathered around her weeping
As her soul took flight on a journey to the stars above
Now, only her tears will water her garden, alone
and abandoned on a patch of dirt, she nourished with love