Flower Bed

She sleeps under her perennial sheets Her mattress is six feet deep The head and footrest approximate her size Her hand holds a single red rose that cries Years ago, her bed was scented With crushed petals of a dozen roses The happiness of her wedding day Good intentions to which she’d pay This pretty girl in perennials lives In an affluent neighborhood that thrives With rolling green hills and quiet trees She paid the ultimate price of a rich man’s bride