Red Roses Were Her Favorite
Red 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 the door.
And
the card said, "Be my valentine", Like all the years before.
Each year he
sent her roses and the note would always say.
"I love
you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you
will always grow, with every passing year.
" She knew
this was the last time 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.
He always liked
to do things early, way before the time then,
If he got too
busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the
stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the
vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit
there for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring
at his picture, and the roses sitting there
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 brought the
roses in, and then just looked at them in shock,
Then went to
get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner
answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would
someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know
your husband passed away, more than a year ago,
" The
owner said. "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
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, which I have on file down here,
And he has
paid. Well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There’s also
is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a
special little card... he did years ago.
It should be
sent, to you the following year.
She thanked the
man him and hung up the phone,
Her tears now
flowing hard.
Her fingers
shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the
card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she
stared in total silence, this is what he wrote.
"Hello my
love, I know it's been a year since I have been gone,
I hope it
hasn't 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 my 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 the roses, think of all the happiness,
that we had
together, And how both of us were blessed.
I have always
loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love,
you 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 the door's
not answered, then 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.
"
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone that
changes your life just by being a part of it.
Someone who
makes you laugh until you can't stop:
Someone who
makes you believe that there really is good in the world.
Someone who
convinces you that there really is an unlocked door
Just waiting
for you to open it.
This is forever
friendship and true love.
