For My Valentine
In my
worst nightmare I’m young
again and
realize I have yet to learn
everything
that required pain to be
who I am
today. Being old is bad
enough but
to be young again?
No
thanks.
My Valentine
was there, pretty,
but not as
beautiful as she’s become:
sparkling
eyes, patient (could I
be the
cause of that?) a friend
to
everyone she meets, and kind,
especially
to me.
—Donnell
Hunter
14 February 2012
Keep up the pace you two, I'll daw the drapes and put on the ham and eggs. Carolyn says she'll work on the balloons as soon as she returns from Bangok
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