February 14, 2012
They are like fireworks in a vase
Each face shouting in it's way
See me, see me!
And as a whole, perhaps they say
I am looking back at you.
We used to hang them from the rafters
When we had rafters
We lined the room with birthdays, anniversaries
Each outdoing all the others, but this one always best
The Valentine bouquet
What does it say about a man
Who comes in with balloons
And bouquets as big as they can make them
Each stem chosen for it's perfection
What does it say of us?
I clear away the books and magazines
And bills and glasses from the night before
And carve away a space between the candlesticks
To place the marvelous creation where it sings
Today's is operatic in it's range
The dark and secret rosebuds red as wine
And stems of Queen Anne's Lace for fanciness
And sprigs of shiny Laurel give it ballast
And little pinkish roses just for sentiment
And then, wide open, the white anemones.
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Kate O'hehir
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Comments
Rita, I'm so glad.
True, Chrissie.