Shot On Valentines Day

Cupid tapped my sailor on the shoulder, “That one…” he pointed at me. He aimed at me, sent the sailor’s seabag too - we shoot to the top of Everest with all its dangers. We tumble and climb, tumble and climb until at last we are forever in each other’s grasp. My sailor proposed too fast with a golden ring. I accepted after he begged for two weeks. Mind over matter was defeated by head over heels. I had been shy. If we had met earlier we might have passed by each other but the playing field was all new. There was adventure in his soul and longing in my heart to soar to new heights. The sailor’s seabag was heavy with his past but he found love and loves (children and grands) and a God that was bigger than everything. Tulips delirious dance, twelve with big fat leaves. Tulips alive with life not death. Roses hold beauty but tulips last. A sailor’s ring surrounds my finger. Ebon-etched leaves, unique. Cupid’s bow in shadowbox - a little worn and bent in our heart shape. 2/7/2021