The Painted Blue Rose

Blue was his wife's favorite color So he bought her a painted blue rose She said she'd never seen anything like it So she carries it where ever she goes He woke up early one morning To make his wife breakfest in bed The rose lay alone on the table Beside it his wife was found dead The blue rose was placed on her coffin Then removed when they lowered her down Cast aside with the discarded trash That was lying closeby on the ground A little girl around nine or ten Picked it up and took it back home Here on vacation to visit her family But now on her way back to Rome She gave the rose to her Grandmother Who carried it all the way to Japan Who then gave the rose to her waitress For lending her a helping hand The waitress gives the rose to a stranger Who was now on his way back to France Who gave the rose to his daughter As her whole class was watching her dance She then gave the rose to her teacher Who was leaving to start a new life He was on his way to America To be with his children and wife He then gave the rose to his brother Who's still grieving the death of his bride He places the rose on her gravestone Where it started the day that she died