Valentine's Day, 2011

Missed out on the peanut butter cookies, I was able to make the night before. Blood vessels now bursting inside my face-- I was vomiting, and shivering cold. Couldn't make those festive paper cut-outs: Red and pink hearts on white lacey shadows. And, Valentine. I love it. Sight and sound. It brings many images to my mind: Sea ships, gardens, and Victorian art; Thoughts of persecuted priests, saints, martyrs; The latest invisible reunion . . . I sat up in bed, and then heard the news; Grand-father had passed away that morning. Although, happy about his new found peace, And happy he may welcome me at death, I couldn't help envy his new freedom. My thoughts turned to Earthly matrimony. Forty-seven years shared between the two. My grand-parents: my Mimi and Pop-Pop. Sixteen years apart they were--between deaths. And then came, "Might I have a soul-mate too? To Lady and Tramp spaghetti-kiss with?" I wondered if I could have such love. Not a puppy love. Not a Cupid love. But, sacred love. A real love. A true love. Forever yours -- Lakshmi and Vishnu -- Match made in Heaven above, kind of love. I must say, this Valentine's Day -- a gem!