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
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
Then went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
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
The owner said. "I knew you'd call, and you would want to
The flowers you received today were paid for in advance.
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
"Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,
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
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 were the other way, I
know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in
I loved you more than words can say. You were the
"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
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
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
To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."
A special thanks to James (PoppyK) Kisner
for use of his poetry Copyright © 1998. Used with
permission, you may email to thank him.
He Stopped Loving Her Today
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