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 her door.
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 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.
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 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, 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." She thanked 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've 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 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 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 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." |