My Valentine

Another Sweetheart’s Day my love And once again I am alone. No loving message in the mail No whispered words by way of phone. At forty-one, God took you home You have been gone for fifty years. The grass grows lushly on your grave. I place my flowers and shed my tears. I ask this question every day And wonder why God planned it so Why I should live and you should die. In God’s own time, he’ll let us know. You said you’d be my love until My chestnut locks had turned to white. I hug the promise that you gave. It keeps me warm the whole cold night.