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.

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