Seven Hundred Roses

She gave back all the roses
one for each and every one
he touched her with.
And a tear for each warm smile
he brought to her face
once fresh and alive with the
radiance that love shines upon the flesh.
Now a worn and weathered mask
that she could hide within.
A much safer place to be
without pitiful stares of the tragic beauty
now that all that she had lived for is lost.
She kept each faded Valentine 
he ever gave her fastened in a bright
red satin ribbon that adorned 
her chestnut hair the night they met.
On this cold mid-February morning
she carefully placed each one 
around his grave amidst the roses.
A gesture of Love so profound, 
wanting him, even in death, to be 
surrounded in as much love as he 
had always surrounded her heart in.
She gave back all the roses,
dried with loving care and 
pressed into books throughout 
their 50 years together.
Seven hundred roses,
a dozen for each and every
Birthday and Valentines Day
and a few more along the way
Simply to say......

I love you.


Author - Laura Josselyn
Copyright © 2/1/00

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