Memory's Gaze
On Valentine’s Day
Back when I was a kid,
This, I recall, is
What my father did.
He brought me a heart
Filled with chocolates inside
And chocolate cigars
He’d my brothers provide.
I guess for my mom
There was candy as well,
But that wasn’t something
On which I would dwell.
A gift from my dad
Was a rare kind of treat
Which, to memory’s gaze,
Still remains very sweet.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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