I just rediscovered this one mixed in with my early work. It’s a Valentines Day poem I wrote for my mother in 1976 – cheesy, sappy, and poorly executed. I still love to write rhyming verses but clearly poetry is not my strong point! In the next to last line you will see my mom referred to as “Moo”, and, no, it’s not a backhanded insult. While the exact origin remains buried in the mists of yesteryear, it was a term of endearment we all used for my mother. Unfortunately, Moo did leave me back in 2000. I’m still blue.
A Valentine
On this Valentine’s Day of ’76,
When hearts and thoughts and lovers mix,
I thought of you, ma, and what you’ve been,
Not just to me but all our kin.
We’ve been through a lot over all these years,
Many a problem and a bundle of tears,
But through it all we’ve learned so much,
By your lovely smile and caring touch.
I picture you a gentle dove,
My thoughts of you are all of love,
And if you ever leave me, Moo,
You better believe that I’ll be blue.
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