The Painted Rose

 Blue was his wife's favorite colorSo he bought her a painted blue roseShe said she'd never seen anything like itSo she carries it where ever she goes He woke up early one morningTo make his wife breakfest in bedThe rose lay alone on the tableBeside it his wife was found dead The blue rose was placed on her coffinThen removed when they lowered her downCast aside with the discarded trashThat was lying closeby on the ground A little girl around nine or tenPicked it up and took it back homeHere on vacation to visit her familyBut now on her way back to Rome She gave the rose to her GrandmotherWho carried it all the way to JapanWho then gave the rose to her waitressFor lending her a helping hand The waitress gives the rose to a strangerWho was now on his way back to FranceWho gave the rose to his daughterAs her whole class was watching her dance She then gave the rose to her teacherWho was leaving to start a new lifeHe was on his way to AmericaTo be with his children and wife He then gave the rose to his brotherWho's still grieving the death of his brideHe places the rose on her gravestoneWhere it started the day that she died