By
PoppyK1@aol.com
Red
Roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And
every year he 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,
Then,
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 had 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 to 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.
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 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.
"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."
Disclaimer:
Poppy's Poems are copyrighted by Fleeting Moments Publishing and may not
be reproduced without permission.
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