My Roses

I nurture endless rows of the reddest roses,
And attentively,
Carefully,
Meticulously,
I make sure that they thrive.

The products of my care and concern,
If they dwell in my garden,
They will never be at a loss.
They will always have what they need.

In the rare instance I cut one off of the vine,
It either wilted,
Or soaked up too many of my resources.

I will always wonder if it could have been saved,
Or just what it would have blossomed into.