CANADIAN ROSE

"Canadian Rose"


The first snow of the season fell
And my spirits seemed to match
As I waited in lines of "cougher's"
And imagined germs I'd catch.

Banking chores were done at last
And I decided to put up Flyers
Advertise my vacant B & B
To some prospective buyers.

En route back from Shelburne
I saw a chance to place
A poster, for out of towners
Who may need a bed, in case....

I entered the lobby and into an office
Which served as the front room
A lady sat all dressed in black
Her face, now filled with gloom.

She was talking to a gentleman
Who held for her a book
And when I heard what she said
I barely dared to look:

"I think he'd like the Maple
Yes, the Canadian Rose, please Sir"
When he asked if she was very sure
Her reply? "Yes, I'll line it in fur."

I stepped away with my posters
I sensed the smell of death
And as I walked quickly to my car
I could only see my breath.

She'd chosen a casket for someone
While I was simply waiting
And yet she had a smile for me
Understanding, not hating.

The snow was falling as I drove
O're the Causeway towards home
I thought of her and wondered
If she too, now lived alone?

Although I do not know her
As I wrap a gift with bows
I ask God to welcome home
His new "Canadian Rose."