The Valentine Box

I remember how I hated That decorated box, And wanted to be absent on that day. My sad excuses did not fly I just had to pretend To be happy for the cards that I received. Pretty Helen had the biggest pile Accepted as her due. We knew which boy had sent the biggest one. He tried not to look at her When she opened it and read As he ignored all of his giggling friends. My mama had insisted I take one for every child, So every one would get a card or two. Allowing for the teacher’s, As I took a look around, Sue had only one more card, it came from me. She opened it and read it Smiled her shy smile at me. I was so glad then for my mama’s warning That if I did not remember There would be some lonely child With only teacher’s card to see her through.