The Red Rose.
I originally wrote this piece in 2013,when my wife started showing memory loss to remind her of the past.I have edited it and added the last five verses.
I picked a dark red rose one day
many years ago,
I gave it to my wife to say:
“Darling I love you so”.
She kissed me and she thanked me
for this simple token of love,
I remember the way she looked at me,
and I thanked the Lord above.
Since then many years have passed,
I pick another rose now and then.
I give it to her so that both of us
remember that day if we can.
Six decades have passed since that day,
our love is still as strong as then,
when I give her a rose to declare my love,
and I shall pick roses while I can.
I picked another red rose today
just like I always do,
but sadly there is no one now
I can give it to.
It is seven weeks to the day
that you, my Darling, left
leaving me here all by myself
tearful and bereft.
But I won’t give up picking roses
Like I have done all my life,
though I can no longer give them to you
My Darling loving wife.
I shall place them next to your picture
the one on our mantelpiece
that will make me so contented
knowing that you are at peace.
Hopefully I shall join you one day
we don’t know when that will be,
but that day we will both rejoice
among red roses, you and me.