Mother's Valentine
My mother made a valentine
So very long ago
And decked it out all prettily
Like for a special beau.
I watched her as she cut the heart
Then frilled it up with lace
And worked artistically away,
A smile upon her face.
She wove a ribbon, shiny red,
Among the lace so white
Then placed a picture of herself
Through a slit she cut inside.
I saw the words, “I love you, Dear,
I'm proud to be your wife
You're given me the blessings
Of a blissful, wedded life.”
I felt like laughing out for joy,
My childish heart was glad!
Mom's special valentine would go
To a special beau named Dad.
Lucille King
Valentine Memories
Grandma's book of valentines
Rekindles memory's flame,
Of days when she was just a girl
And life a happy game.
Each lace-edged card a getting bears
From friends of long ago,
Girls in gingham dresses
And that “special” Sunday beau.
It brings a twinkle to her eye,
Dissolving lines of age,
As we sit in the lamplight
And turn each well worn page.
It makes me kind of wonder
f perhaps some distant day,
A grandchild shall sit at my side
And leaf each page this way.
‘Cause I could sit for hours,
There at my grandma's knee,
And listen to the stories
That the valentines set free.
A book of antique valentines
That reaches black in time
To tell the tales of yesteryear
In illustrated rhyme.
Shirley Sallay
