A Poem - Sending My Love

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" just like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,

"I love you 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, the roses would appear. She thought he'd ordered, in advance, before this very day, her loving husband did not know he soon would pass away. He 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 husbands chair, while staring at his picture and the roses sitting there. A year went by, so hard to live without her mate, with loneliness and solitude, this had become her fate.

Then the very hour, as on Valentines before, the doorbell rang and there were roses, sitting by the door. She brought the roses in, she looked at them with shock. Went over to her telephone to call the flower shop. T​he owner answered and she asked can you please 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 me on this day 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 on file here, and as he paid well in advance, you'll get them every year, again leaving nothing to chance. There is one other thing that I think you should know, he wrote a special card, he did this years ago. Then should the day that I find out, he's no longer here, 

that's the card that should be sent to you the following year."

She thanked him calmly and hung up the phone with her tears now flowing hard, her fingers shaking badly as she reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw, 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 too hard, for you to overcome. I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real. Or if it were the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared has made everything so beautiful in our 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 the roses, think of all the happiness we had together and how we both were Blessed. I have always loved you and 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's not so easy but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, when your doors 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 to send

and place the roses where we are, together once again.