Wednesday, February 25, 2015
My memories of long ago started to unveil.
I can feel his spirit as it walks with me,
He holds my hand and looks into my blue
eyes to see.
If love still lives in my heart for him,
Or has the love light become dim?
He kisses my hand with his masterful lips
so full and sweet a taste of long ago,
Does he think he is still my beau?
He left me when snow covered this land,
My emotion will not march to his band.
I once loved him with all my heart and soul,
To him--- my heart is now a piece of coal.
Only a letter he left me---no kiss, no hug,
Did he think I was his accommodating rug?
To walk upon my loving heart---his unfeeling
foot steps did hurt,
Like his unspoken words---and non-kissable lips
---to treat me like dirt.
And now he thinks his Extra Sensory Perception,
Can be sent in my direction.
I say get off my trail and out of my mind,
Your spirit can fly back into time to one who might
enjoy your insensitivities---you are not my kind.
So this therapeutic walk I have taken,
All hurts and bruises it has awakened,
and in my heart he has been forsaken.
My heart is free to love once more,
To all negativity I shut the door.
I feel the cool breeze playing with my hair,
As I leave the trail without a care.
To go home to my present love,
Sent from the Angels from above.
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Sunday, February 1, 2015
Her little fingers shook as she cut the heart-shaped
She worried he would not like something she made
---there was a doubt.
Her Valentine box was ready for each little Valentine
to pass through its slot--- in the top of her decorated
She printed with a green crayon---Will You Be Mine?
She made cards for all the other children in her First
She placed a red ribbon on his Valentine Card, and
held it gently as if it were precious class.
The next morning all the children were excited when
the School Bell rang,
Today was a special day and her heart sang.
This feeling was as special as Christmas in her heart,
The children all seated closely---but apart.
The teacher said to place the Valentine Boxes on the
Each child’s name inset on their box---with a golden
The girls gave out their Valentine first, through each
slot they flew,
With the giggle level rising because the boys were
looking they knew.
Then the boys turn came last---and the girls watched
Then he looked at her and smiled as her face turned red,
Because she was now the girlfriend of a boy named Fred.
He gave her half of his Hershey candy,
They ate in silence and he held her hand which felt dandy.
The teacher smiled as she watched young love bloom,
Happiness glowed in her First Grade Class room.
She remembered her First Grade Love and his Valentine,
And, she still had it---she thought and he is forever mine.
Young love can last until the end of time,
Sweet innocent love is sublime.
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