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.
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