Last year, right before St. Valentine’s Day, I frantically searched through stacks of things I had written. I was looking for the newspaper print of the poem that I wrote for my husband when he was my boyfriend. Our local newspaper has a contest every year for Valentine’s poems. Even though I didn’t win that contest, I saved the entire page of that newspaper, so I thought it would be easy to find since it’s quite large and probably very yellow by now since it’s from the 80s. I was disappointed because I never found it. I really wanted to read it, and I wanted to publish it on this blog.
About a week ago, I was busy looking for something else when I came across the small poem that had been cut out and taped up for all eternity. I’m sure my mother-in-law was the one who thought to save it and tape it up as a keepsake. That little slip of paper was sitting on top of the filing cabinet. I asked my husband about it, and he said he pulled it out of the desk drawer because he found some old pictures with it. I thought it was funny how that little piece of paper showed up right before St. Valentine’s Day.
It’s kind of a corny little poem that I want to share, but it still holds true, and that’s the best part.
Even though you surprise me with fresh fish instead of roses,
I am still thrilled that you are the one with whom I rub noses.
And when you search for coupons when you take me out to munch,
It makes me think you’re thrifty, and I’m glad I’m with you at lunch.
There are times I tire of seeing your blue and red sweater,
But I know I could not find any other man I’d love better.
I am so happy I met you and wish I did earlier,
Because doing so would have made my existence pearlier.
I’m so lucky I found my old Valentine!
Nowadays I usually get roses instead of fish, but this year I got a bouquet of pineapple hearts and chocolate covered strawberries. Yum!