Poe 036

The flowers in the garden

A useless piece of land

Dead brown

Weeds to sprout

A hand need

And caught the plow

And the dead brown

I beautiful brown

And in the center a seed

A rose

My grandmother died

My mother too

My grandfather is gone

My father left me the garden

Generations pass

And the rose continues

Witness times

And when my grandchildren come to pink

They reminded all of us

Those who are gone

The witness pink

Years of struggle and suffering

The thorns of the way

The softness of the petals

Consolations

Fertile land scent

Backcountry

Red brown

Smell of coffee

And with the faith we have

Where everything will perish

With her perfume

The land cherishing

Its stem hard way

For soft petals caress