Mother's Valentine
miércoles, 13 de febrero de 2008 by Shujel
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
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
