The garden is bare now and the buds are all gone
Dried up and wilted...bared to their bones
Fragile poor petals...with your life all drained
Consumed in disaster...no love left to gain
Gone in a minute when time lost the spark
Of beauty in living with the beat of a heart
Painful and lonely the last breath a chore
Hurting from loss and beautiful no more
Life in the details was worth the feed
When smiles were all sparkling...gone is the seed
Poor little rosebud where did you go...
Why did you die when you loved living so?

I wrote this for a beautiful friend who recently lost her battle to cancer.
With this poem somehow she is immortal now.