Red 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.
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 that this was the last time,
That the Roses would appear.
She thought,
He ordered Roses in advanced 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 to 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 Valentine's before
The doorbell Ring
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 then a year ago,"
The owner said,
"I knew you'd call,
and you would want to know.
The flowers that 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 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.
The Love we shared made everything so beautiful in Life.
I loved You more then 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.