Help me find...... plz

  • Crystal
    15 years ago

    Hey ive been looking for a poem of heaps long. i heard of it a while ago and hav no idea who wrote it.
    its about a husband and wife. the husband sends her roses each year on their anniversary, the husband dies and still sends the roses. i dont no what its called only what its about. If you know who wrote it or what its call plz let me no.

  • Phantasma
    15 years ago

    I think this is the poem your looking for its called "Red Roses Were Her Favorite" It doesn't say who wrote it tho.

    Red roses were her favourites,
    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 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 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."

  • Sole
    15 years ago

    Wow, I didn't even want this poem but it almost made me cry. Thats amazing. I need to know who wrote it!!!!

  • Moose
    15 years ago

    The end.....

    wow.... that said it all.

    the poem was great and all throughout the whole thing, but the end was amazing.

  • BREEawNUHH
    15 years ago

    I read this poem a LONG time ago. And I could never remember the name or the author or anything needed to try & search for it.

    Gah. I love itttttt.
    :]

  • Crystal
    15 years ago

    Hey thanks... thats the poem but i really wanted the author as well.... its cool il just keep looking. thanks again