A Rose for Rosey

A Rose for Rosey

He brings her one red rose each week

the same way every time

no reason wrapped around the stem

no ribbon, note or rhyme

He doesn’t miss, not birthdays missed

not Christmas, rain or snow

he finds the finest one he can

then leaves it where she’ll know

She never asks him why he does

what he has always done

she only smiles and picks the vase

the tall and steady one

It started on the day they wed

and never slipped or strayed

a habit born from something deep

that never needs to fade

He says it all without the words

he shows her how he feels

in quiet ways that roses speak

with softness time reveals

So when she sees it standing there

in bloom and bold and bright

she knows he’s still the boy she chose

and he still gets it right

One rose, one vow, one love, still mine