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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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
I thank you Dear God for making my Grandmother---I call her Mimi.
Her soft voice sings me to sleep with a prayer “I pray the Lord my Soul to keep”
She said it is much better to talk to you than count all those sheep.
My Mimi takes me to school each morning as Mama nurses my baby brother,
Thank you---God for sending him---just for us. But Lord---I don’t need another.
He cries too much because he is a baby my Mimi said,
And my mercy he has no hair on his tiny head.
His blue eyes stares and he smiles so sweetly at me,
Mama said he cannot focus yet---but I know he can see.
After school--- I looked into his bed to see if he is asleep,
And I pray to the Lord again for my brother’s soul to keep.
When we grow up a good sister I will be to him,
Yes, I love my little brother named---Jim.
I will teach him---the ABC’s,
And to count 1,2,3’s.
I will show him how to climb a tree,
And carefully watch a honey bee.
And to make a Valentine,
And draw a card at Christmas time.
To sing Jingle Bells, in our red hoods,
And sing “Over the River and through the Woods.”
I will teach Jim how to make a snowman stand,
And put a glove on the snowman’s short stick hand.
I will choose his first girlfriend for him.
Dear God I am so tired now---I will just say Amen for Jim.
And Lord thank you too, for always being here,
So very near. Amen
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