Laurel Ann

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