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