Sad Poem..Please Read

I walked into the grocery store not particularly

Interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband

of 7 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet

memories.

He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go

off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd

always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in

his hands. He knew I loved yellow roses.

With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few

items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed

on.

Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.Standing

by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had

loved his steak.

Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim

and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack

of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back..

She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw me

watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these

prices, I don't know." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale

blue eyes. "My husband passed away

eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought

to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the

steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package

in her basket and wheeled away.

I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy

products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. Quart,

I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could

always fix myself an ice cream cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and

looked down the aisle toward the front.

I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me.

In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had

ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept

walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer, I saw what she

held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These are for you," she said and

placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go

through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and

placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what

she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she

walked away as tears clouded my vision.

I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and

found it almost unreal. How did she Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I

wasn't alone. Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears

in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

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