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 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 husbond 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 love 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 years, 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.

NN

  

 

Aase Margrete 2006