A Rose for Rose

[سحر]

 
Don’t read this in public because it’s REALLY sad:

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, 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

                             

.”

[Hidding Rose]

سحر ,,,
يسعدني ان اكون اول الردود ..
شكرا كتير لإلك عالموضوع الرائع الجميل .. فعلا القصيدة حلوة كتير و مؤثرة و ماعم خلص قراءتها ... الورد احلى شي بالدنيا .. بس هلا انتي ربطي لي اياه بالحزن.. بس مافيني قول الا انو السطور حلوة و الله يعطيكي العافية  

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;

احلى و ارقى وابسط هدية بتعبر عن كل شي

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.

ما اجمل و ارق هالسطور .. ما بيقدر الواحد يقرأها و ما تمتلأ عيونو  بالدموع
يسلمو ايديكي سحر      

[سحر]

Hidding Rose,  
أنا سعيدة اكتر أنك كنتي اول الواصلين للقصيدة مرورك رائع متلك عزيزتي

بس نسيت قول أنها منقولة وليست كتابتي

[زمردة]

 
سحر,  
 
Oh, it is really sad
I don't know what to say. How his love was great and sincere to her! Even after he passed away his love went on
It is nice to let people whom we love know how much we care.
It is really impressive Sahar. This rose is for you  

Allow me to add these lines also about roses. Indeed I love roses and flowers so much

What a Rose Can Say
 

 A rose can say I love you
And want you to be mine,
a rose can say I thank you
For being so very kind,

A rose can say congratulations,
Whatever the occasion may be,
a rose can say I miss you
And wish you were here with me,

A rose can say I'm sorry
If I've hurt you in any way,
a rose can say get well soon,
May God bless you today?

A rose can say I wish you happiness,
And the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewell
When someone goes away,

A rose can say hello,
I'm thinking of you today,
there are just so many wonderful things
That a rose can say,

A rose can say goodbye
When a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say,
A rose can say it best.

                     

[Hidding Rose]

Sahar ....
thanx alot what erver it is...it is very nice


Aboorah...
thank you very much for your additional information
I love roses tooooooooo much and noone admire it infront of me
I can't resist roses what ever it is ,even reading about them
thanx again my dear

       

[Yamen]

سحر,  

thanks alot for this poem and really it is  sensitive and i share sahar that sometime a rose can refer to sad things but always we have to look to the seed .....thanks alot sahar and also abeer 4 her beautiful poem

           

[Zaher]

Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks aloot
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