It was Valentine's Day more than Thirty years ago, now, And I was driving home from School, lost in thought. My mood matched the dismal Gray weather. I remembered the valentines I used To receive, the heart shaped boxes Of chocolate, But my husband was gone, and I Mentally prepared myself for An empy mailbox. No one would bother to send me A valentine. Why would would they? Don't even expect one. After I dropped my books on the Table I absentmindedly opened the Lid to my mailbox. Among the bills, I noticed an unfamiliar Envelope. Curious, I opened it and silently stared At a small handmade valentine: Two tiny fabric hearts had been Carefully cut out and glued to a Larger red paper heart. And included was a warm note. It was too much. I wept. I doubt the sender had any idea what Her kind act meant to me, But it started a tradition that Continues to this day. Each year I find a valentine in My box from Jan. And each year she finds a valentine in Her box from me. |