Roses For Rose
 
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.
 
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.
 
She knew this was the last time,
That the roses would appear;
As they were delivered,
Before, every year.
 
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 his 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 all your remaining years."
 
"I have always loved you,
And I know I always will;
But, my love, you must go on,
You have some living still."
 
"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."
 
James A. Kisner
 
"Love is an Action Word."
 
Have a great day!
 
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