My
Valentine
~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."
"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,
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 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."
"Poem By:
James A. Kisner aka PoppyK1@aol.com"
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