Midnight Valentine

Like fresh water from springs below a lake
There is much love to give, but who will take?

shuffling ‘neath neon lights
or lurking in alleyways
Myra roams urban streets

			Kay’s large house seems so empty
			Conveniences money provides
			but it’s affection she wishes to share

judgmental parents disowned her
for handouts Myra pleads
fearing the fate of her unborn

			so young was Kay’s husband 
                        struck down before his first gray hair
			she sobbed when told her womb would be barren
			
lashed by winter’s icy whip
Myra mingles with the homeless
stopping at shelters to eat for two

			until at a soup kitchen one day
			a compassionate volunteer named Kay
			offers to share her ample home
			 
Like fresh water from springs below a lake
There is overflowing love to give, but who will take?



			
*January 31, 2019
For Chantelle’s Midnight Valentine Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Marcum Wong Avatar
September 22, 2019 at 7:23 PM
What a beautiful story of two lonely people finding loved shared in their hearts. I keep looking for poems I may have missed reading Carolyn and this is one. A beauty! : ) xxoo
Raven Avatar
February 2, 2019 at 7:11 AM
Hi Carolyn, your golden heart shines through in the lines of this wonderful poem. Hearts that sing shall always find what they seek in the end. Kay and Myra find each other and the loneliness is gone. An excellent midnight Valentine. this one reads like a winner Carolyn. Have a wonderful Saturday. Hugs....mike. XX
Callus Avatar
February 1, 2019 at 11:01 AM
There is always a heart that needs another, and in this case you have made two persons very happy, Carolyn. Your kind character is reflected in this touching poem. I love the opening/closing couplet! Hugs // paul
Michael Avatar
February 1, 2019 at 4:10 AM
Who...may that be...I like the style and message of your write... you're right there's a lot of love to give...but who will take...
Devonshire Avatar
February 1, 2019 at 5:16 AM
Thanks for visiting, Arturo. It's nice to see you back here sharing some new work with us!
Kiser Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 11:35 PM
Absolutely beautiful; overflowing with warmth and love. Best of luck in the contest.
Dietrich Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 7:46 PM
someone said a word for this which I also totally agree with: Poignant . This is truly a poignant poem, Carolyn. I know what a feeling person you are too.
Wolf Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 7:42 PM
I see, feel, and hear the footsteps of O'Henry, of Theodore Dreiser (esp. in 'Sister Carrie'), and even of Dickens, (albeit a female Dickens, if that works for you). Carolyn, this is my nominee for the poem of the month!! (if anyone bothered to ask me). Absolute FAVE FAVE FAVE. Magnificently woven. :) gw
Devonshire Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 8:32 PM
Thanks, Gershon. I don't really see this as special, just thoughts from the heart.
May Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 6:32 PM
A poignant piece which shows that though "love springs up like fresh water" not all will taste it..Well penned Carolyn
Andresen Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 6:27 PM
- A great and moving little story, dear Carolyn ... we all need love :) - Luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Cunningham Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 4:26 PM
Lovely story Caroline, with a happy ending too. Good luck. Tom.
Proxenos Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 1:43 PM
Hi Carolyn, A very sad but ultimately a very compassionate poem and so excellent a write dear Carolyn - People should not be lonely on such a romantic evening - So Happy for Kay. Poetry hugs, Jennifer.
Pandit Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 1:39 PM
Enjoyed the tale--especially the happy ending.
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