Roses Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Long deep trench
step son
I carved

From the lime stone
hard as bone
fourteen inch's wide

Set to the side
pressure treated
square hewn wooden
holes drilled

Reed bar placed
garden made
secure there
forever

Trench filled with water
of life if not plant's
would die

Food mixed in
forgot that not
alkalinity decreased
to gain foot hold

Multiple shades of roses
red yellow white pale blue
pink different hues

For his mother the wife
to awaken every
morning step out
on our deck
so pride she could feel
of her self worth

Weeds now so thrive
I don't know why
said such beauty
should lay in
such waste