Rose Thoughts — A Poem

I began this poem quite some time ago, but didn’t feel I knew how to finish it. Today though, I’ve taken another look, and finished the poem off, and am happy with it, so I’m posting it here!

So this is the poem:

Rose Thoughts
Out in the yard I notice the rose -
Fallen over, almost destroyed.
And roses are the flower I most enjoyed.

So I looked around to see what went wrong
A mystery here, without any clues.
Where was the stick that kept it strong?
Someone had done wrong, but who to accuse?

What mattered most was to save this plant,
I quickly attended to the chore
And planted it straight, no sign of a slant.
I hope it won’t need anything more …

Then back inside to wash off dirt
(I’d pulled up weeds while out there as well)
Hands clean now, scraped but not hurt,
And that little rose is looking swell!

XXXXX

Sadly that rose bush now is gone.
It had its moment, its time of glory,
As all should have times when we’ve shone
So we too can have ahappy story.