The Flower Stand

Each time she passed the flower stand

He gave her one red rose

Who he was or where he's from

No one really knows

He'd always smile and tip his hat

Each day as she walked by

A lonely old man on the sidewalk corner

Beneath the clear blue sky

Then late one night the old man died

The corner looked empty and bare

But from a tiny crack in the sidewalk

A single red rose was there

She picked the rose and smelled its petals

Remembering the flower stand

A smile crossed her face as she walked away

As she thought of the little old man

The very next day she passed this place

The flower somehow grew back

A single red rose that stands alone

In the tiny sidewalk crack

Each time she passed the flower stand

He gave her one red rose

Who he was or where he's from

No one really knows

Reviews

[Mary]

I love this! beautiful, simple, loving, and a bit eternal. Wonderful.

[Ariel Olivia]

I love this! It gave me chills and made me feel sad and happy all at once. Beautiful, so very beautiful!

[Brittany]

What a beautiful story. I think was really really well done. It was sad and lovely at the same time. Love it.

[pumpkin head]

This is sweet, enjoyed

[daemok]

ooh nice. I like the touch how the rose keeps growing back to meet her every day.

[afra]

beautiful and sweet ...once again good job

[Muse]

Awe...what sweet story. Next time I go for a walk...I will remember to stop...and smell the roses.