Roses
For 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.
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."
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