The day you were admitted
I brought you a bouquet of red roses
As as symbol of my love.
The doctors said you would survive
And for some time
You proved them right.
The roses grew ever more radiant
As your strength improved.
But the day you passed
All the world knew it
And the roses began to fade.
Once shining petals turned black
And were swept from the hospital floor.
Even though you were physically absent
Your spirit lived on.
For I knew you could see me
And I knew you were there,
For the smell of roses lingered.
But I wish at times we could talk
But heaven has no email address
So prayer'll just have to do.