She loved her roses in her garden
Each and every one--
Colors of the rainbow and
Colors bright as the sun.

She loved her husband more
Together, 'til the day he died,
They kept the lovely roses alive.
But, now she doesn't care--
Thinking of the past--she stumbles
Here and there--missing him so!

Then,in the sun's glow,
She sees a rose--but this cannot be--
It's black, black as night!
Never did they grow a black rose
She now is full of fright

But,as she looks up high,
With a tear in her eye
She's calm again and
She knows it was sent by him
As his last goodbye.