'The Rose'
Although it has been many years, I still find it hard not to think of him today. He was my angel. My dream come true. He was an inspiration to me in so many ways. I don't know if it was his music or his charming smile, but somehow he still managed to get my attention.
Today I look at my two beautiful daughters, I see much of their father in them. His eyes. I remember the day they were born and as I thought to myself in secret of him. Wandering how he was and what he had been doing.
It was just the other day that my youngest daughter brought me a rose from the garden. It brought a smile to my face as I was once again reminded of him. I tried to take my mind off him, but found it very hard to even try.
Secretly I went to my room and picked up a small box. I opened it and looked at something I had kept for all these years, a rose. It wasn't any ordinary rose, for there was something special about it. Very special indeed! It was the last rose that I had ever received from my angel. Preserved in some secret potion. The potion of my heart. His love, yes, I had kept it after all these years.
I pick it up and touch its soft petals. It was then that I realized what today was. I had somewhere I needed to be. It wasn't here at home, but somewhere else.
The cemetery.
I traveled the long walk by myself. I opened the gates and stepped inside. As I wandered around, I remembered. All the many memories that this place still had to offer me. Each still haunts me to this day upon each visit I make.
I approach my fathers grave, then kneeled down. I spoke a silent prayer then I stood and looked into the night sky. I still held the rose in my hands.
I turned around and walked to another grave. My husbands. Oh how I miss him dearly. But inside I know that he's in a better place. I looked up to the Heavens then looked down at the earth once more. I kissed the rose then placed it on his grave. A silent tear fell from my face. I stood to my feet once more.
As I was on my way home, I reminded myself that all was to be okay. Everything was at peace.
I returned home to my daughters, who were sound asleep. Tucked warmly in their beds, I kissed each one goodnight then went to my own room.
My room was dark. All except for the moonlight that was casted in through the window. It reflected onto my bed. Then I seen a sparkle. Something glittered. I took a closer look, and it was then that I found….
A rose. Lying there on my bed, and attached to it was a black ribbon.
I picked it up and smiled.
It was true.
He was once my angel of music, and now it's true.
He's my guardian angel.
(I do not own Phantom but this I did write.)