Valentines Confusion
I never quite know how to feel.
It used to mark a day of sweets
A day of cards and laughter.
At 10, my views were changed.
The phone call came
And even though it was a blizzard,
We were left at the sitters.
Hours went by.
They picked us up at midnight.
I knew something was wrong.
My father kissed my forehead,
Something he had never done.
It's hard to be happy on Valentines Day,
But I try to find comfort knowing
You left us,
To be with your Valentine
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