Of all the roses in the garden
You have grown the farthest
Thorns hiding and waiting
To be touched
I will teach my child to look
At needles this way
Courageous at the Doctor's office
She will know some ****** can be satisfying
I will not pluck you
From your perfect environment
As a sentiment or sacrifice
For a lover who will eventually leech

Swimming in a bed of roses,
Cuts and scrapes appear where they land
Like sea shells that yearn for the Mother
As they are swept up by greedy hands
And placed in a bowl of other sea life
Used for vanity a misplaced home
Like little girls with the potential to be EVERYTHING
Without guidance, led into a hypnotic factory
Forget the wild, purpose, or being free
They become artificial flowers that never die
My child, my child
A shriveling flower is a beautiful thing
It lived its life it opened its wings
It was a home to many things
Of all the flowers in the garden
You needed the most water
The Sun knew and cast its shadow side
On your darling face
The moon eased your worries away
I caressed the leaves that were
Weak enough to break
And like the eldest member in my family tree
You were buried in your birth and dwelling place
Gracing the ground with your
Spirit knowledge and blood magic
Spoke of like a dead new born
"So much potential"
"Created so much happiness"
Of all the roses in the garden