Rose

Roses were her favorites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.

The year he died,
the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine",
like all the years before.

She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses
in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know,
that he would pass away.


A year went by,
and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour,
as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang,
and there were roses,
sitting by her door.

She looked at them with shock
Then, called the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him,
if he would explain,
Why he did this to her
causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,"
but the flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance.

Your husband always planned ahead,
he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
you'll get them every year.

There also is another thing,
that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...
he did this years ago.
Then should ever I find out
that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent,
to you the following year."


Her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking,
as she slowly reached and got the card.
Inside the card, he had written her a note.

"Hello my love,
It's been a year since I've been gone,
I know it been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely,
and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything
so beautiful in life.

I loved you more than words can say,
you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover,
you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year,
but please try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy,
even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses
will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses,
think of all the happiness,
That we both shared,
and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you
and I know I always will.
But, my love, life must go on,
you have some living still.

Please...try to find happiness,
while living out your days.
I know it is not easy,
but I hope you find some ways.

The roses will come every year,
and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered,
when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day,
in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit,
he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place,
where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are,
together once again."
Author Unknown