The Rose
Red roses were her favourites,
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 favourite
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.
Or 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.
Author Unknown