A dozen red roses in a simple bouquet
Arrived at the church on her wedding day.
The bridesmaids gathered 'round her
The last detail done
But a dozen red roses... who could they be from?

The moment was close now, the church filled with light.
She stood like a picture in a glow of white.
All her friends waited.
The music softly played.
Yet she reached for the roses on the table where they lay.

Then from the roses she picked up an envelope.
Her hand was guided by her heart
And for every rose a single teardrop fell
As she lifted her veil and slowly read the card.

"You're in your room sleeping as I write these words.
I know you won't read them 'til years from now.
God will call me home soon,
I'll miss your wedding day, so your mom will keep
this note to send with a rose bouquet.
So take one of these roses to hold in your hand,



And I will be beside you as always.
Love, Dad"

Author Unknown