I LOVE Valentine’s Day! What else can you do with it? You’ve gotta love it! However, there is the school of thought that if you don’t have a spouse, lover, or significant other in your life, it’s a day when you are all dressed up with no place to go!
But, wait a minute my mind says. While you might not get cards, flowers or have someone to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, it may just be a time to take stock of those moments in your life that brought you love for a moment, a month or for what you thought would be a lifetime. It could be a day of reflection and celebration for those times in your past when that feeling called “love” picked you up out of the day-to-day, humdrum experiences of life and gave you a happiness apart from anything else. It may bring a tear, a smile or simply a sigh.
Valentine’s Day can rightfully be a day to celebrate love’s afterglow. It may be listening to a certain song, looking through a scrapbook or rereading cards or letters. For me, it seemed the perfect time to go and visit a folder of old poetry where the remnants of old relationships had been chronicled in verse when the spirit moved me. A poem seems to be an 8X10 glossy of your soul at different times in your life. This folder had become a photo album of life’s ups and downs and created a looking glass into past events and relationships of my life.
You smile and stop and say hello.
You ask how was my day.
Or wish me a good weekend.
We chat and joke and try to surmise
If there could be something more…
A weekend somewhere,
A love to last through eternity!
Afraid to try and push it.
Afraid to dare and think…
That there could be, should be…
More than just your smile and kind hello.
One more time…
Once more for old times sake,
Let’s dance and touch and catch the beat of time gone by.
Once more, let’s dance a dance and dare to feel the motion that once made us one.
We’ll glide and flow and spin and recall,
The magic of the steps that made the music follow us.
As with all great syncopation,
The dance will end on beat,
And we’ll walk away believing
That it ended with the song.
One night in the back of a ’54 Hudson,
A boy asked me to let down my hair
Remembered Mother reading Rapunzel
It was deja vu.
Reflections on the End of Love
I was standing in the doorway,
Because it was raining where I came from.
I hesitated to cross the threshold,
It would be good to be inside out of the rain.
But inside would never be as good
As outside when it wasn’t raining.
And so, this Valentine’s Day, I salute those moments in my life when love, with all its many faces, had everything to do with it.