ROSES

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 final time
The roses would appear.
She thought he must have ordered them
Before this day did come.
Her loving husband did not know,
That he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early,
Long before due time.
Then if he really did get busy,
All would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems with care
Placed them in a vase.
Then sat the vase as always,
Beside his smiling face.

Then she’d sit for hours,
There in his fav’rite chair
While staring at his picture,
And the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was
Difficult 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 at the door.

She bought the roses in,
And looked at them in shock.
Then went to the telephone,
To call the florist shop.

The owner replied in answer
When she asked him to explain,
Why would someone be so cruel,
Causing her such pain?

‘I know your husband passed away,
Just over 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 never left a thing to chance.

This is a standing order,
That I have on file down here.
And he paid well in advance,
You’ll get them every year.

There also is another thing,
I believe that you should know,
He wrote a special little card…
He did this years ago.

It reads, should you ever find,
That I’m no longer here,
This is the card that should be sent
To you the following year.’

She thanked him and hung up the phone,
Her tears now flowed hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly
Reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that
He had written her a note.
She stared a while 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 over come.

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 me feel
I could soar like a dove.
I loved you more than words can say,
You were my one true love.

You were my friend and lover,
Deliberately I’d never leave.
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 day’s.
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 doors not answered,
When the florist makes the drop.

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,
With strict instructions for.
To place the roses where we are,
Together once more.