by Meredith Dixon
Thursday, February 16, 2006
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Faded Valentines, ink smeared from the past,
yellowed lace Valentines lie there alone
with my bittersweet memories.
Frayed and curly ribbons tied all around forlorn and cast not away.
Oh, no, never by me.
Left in an old box shaped like a heart.
Is this the start?
Or is this the end?
It all goes around in a circle of regret
but yet I cling to the hope.
Dead, dried flowers
fragrant smell lost long ago
remind me of your love and how you loved me so.
All of you now married and gone.
All of you now living so far away.
All of you, some to return to say hello.
All of you with your fresh faced pictures I cherish.
Musty red Teddy Bears
musical stuffed animals that don't play now their tunes well
all lined up on a row on my shelf
Still waiting to be hugged and loved.
Is this their destiny
and is it mine?
To sift through the molding love letters that tell of love long ago?
I gather them all around me like a Family
my precious treasures of love
and hold them close
they are all I have of love remembrances
and my present hope of prose.
Light the red candle
turn out the lights
read the poems and letters
listen to the the Laura Nyro music
that brings you all back again to mind.
Remember all the boys
and the men who were so in love.
Go to bed alone
comforted by my memories of love.
Comforted by things representing your love.
Busily keeping the treasures
as fresh as possible
for you to see someday.
And I can say, "Look, I did it all for you.
I did remain true ."
Will you see the inner part of me
through the dust and the age
the rust and the wee
of my face
that has come out of place?
All are here just the same.
It's my Valentine game
played by only me
thinking of him
thinking of you
thinking of what's to come
not running away from
but holding out for true love
with a heart that is pure
though dark is my past
will my heart last?
True love will wash anew
the dank, damp memories of the few.
True love will enhance
the dance of the teddy bears
who have so many cares
and wait for you
patiently through the tears
through the years
of loving you.
Clasping the Baby's Breath
with the crumbling
of the one who still loves you.
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|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org Bennett
|Every woman should and can relate to thi poem of expression from a womans heart. So pure, delicate, open, honest, devoted, loyal just like a f;ower is what I got out of reading this.|
|Reviewed by Only A Poet
|a touching bittersweet poem. enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Nostalgic and touching look back through the window of time. Valentimes day can be so wonderful for the loved and the loving but sometimes a truly sad day for those feeling alone. They are often overlooked and forgotten in the rush of young hearts and blossoming romances. Well written Merideth, big VD hug from me.