Old Valentines



The twinkle in your eyes is gone and

Time has wiped away

The handsome face, dark curly hair ~

Made it white and gray.



The joyful ways you always had

Are now demure and slow;

Like me, I guess, and Valentines

Were very long ago.



You’re in your chair - all settled back,

And I lay on the couch.

Close enough to touch your hand

If we just...reach out.



The winter’s here,

The day is drear,

Our tiny pond is ice;

Hard to believe the Lilly pads

In Springtime will be nice.



We live, we die,

Time passes on.

We find it matters small.

Some will remember

For a while,

Some...not at all.



If there’s a dot

Upon the space

Where our lives passed this earth,

It’s almost like

A miracle

Has birthed and lived its worth.



Old Valentines remembering

The days that used to be.

You brought the card I held so dear

And got a kiss...from me.



Joan Clifton Costner
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