Plugged.
Beats stop.
He drops.
Brain dies.
One heart broken
So many hearts grieve.
A Valentine’s Day massacre of our joy.
.
.
RIP Rob
poem-one rose February 14, 2016
I remember
the busy university campus
where you bought a single rose for your new wife
to celebrate our first
Valentine’s Day.
And all the years that followed,
when I just got out my silk roses,
arranged them in a vase, and people
presumed they were from you
and that they were real.
I let you get the credit.
We’re cheap in our old age,
and resigned.
poem-sure February 10, 2015
What’s Valentine’s Day for?
Sure she’s there
yesterday, today, tomorrow
but don’t forget
love needs fuel:
a compliment
a coffee
a night out
a gift of time
a smile
a kiss.
She needs to know
every day
that you would do it all over again
that she’s your only love,
that she makes you a better man.
What’s Valentine’s Day for?
Sure he’s there
yesterday, today, tomorrow
but don’t forget
love needs fuel:
a compliment
a coffee
a night out
a gift of time
a smile
a kiss.
He needs to know
every day
that you would do it all over again
that he’s your only love,
that he makes you a better woman.
Valentine’s Day is just a day,
but it’s day to remind you
that you shouldn’t take you lover
for granted.
If you don’t want to buy expensive
flowers and heart shaped boxes
of bad chocolate on February 14th,
pick dandelions and find good chocolate
every day.
Shawn L. Bird 