A poem about the valentines I sent my husband.
|I’ve put away the paper doilies.
Put away the glue pot, too.
With help of stamp and envelope
I’ve mailed it off to you.
It’s just a paper Valentine
like every year I send.
I know you were expecting it
and on them you depend.
For every year I send one.
“I Love You,” they’ve all said.
I’ve seen you read them secretly
all spread out on the bed.
You calculate how much I love you
by how many’s in the stack.
If these were store bought Valentines,
I’d have sent you the whole pack.
For if each treasure’s how you measure
how much I love you, Dear,
then I simply wish this holiday
came more than once a year!!!