Mother’s Valentine
Lucille King
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.
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