Roses


The Valentine Roses


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.

Rose

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.

Rose

She thought he ordered roses
In advance before this day;
Her loving husband did not know,
That he would soon pass away.

He always liked to do things early,
Way before the time;
Then, if he got too busy,
Everything would work out fine.

Rose

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.

Rose

A year went by and it was hard
To live without her mate;
With loneliness and solitude,
That had become her fate.

Then on the very same hour,
As the Valentines before,
The doorbell rang and there were roses,
Sitting by her door.

Rose

She brought the roses in,
And 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,
And causing her such pain?

Rose

"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."

Rose

"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."

Rose

"Then, should ever I find out
That he's no longer here;
That's the card that should be sent to you
On the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone,
Her tears now flowing hard;
Her fingers were shaking,
As she slowly reached to get the card.

Rose

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."

Rose

"I know it must be lonely,
And the pain is still 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."

Rose

"You were my friend and lover,
You fulfilled my every need;
I know it's only been one 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 many more years."

Rose

"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 to do some living still."

Rose

"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."

Rose

"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."

James (PoppyK) Kisner ~
James (PoppyK) Kisner's poems are copyrighted
by Fleeting Moments Publishing
and may not be reproduced without permission.



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