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
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