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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.
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.
I completed at least one very important task last week by gathering and combining all of my notes and ideas for Forbidden Moon. The next step is to assemble them into rough chapter divisions and then start writing – something I wanted to have begun on the 1st but was sidetracked by dragons. Yes, I said dragons. I have a short story (and beyond) idea I can’t shake, so I’ve taken a short detour to see where the concept leads. If anything comes of it, you’ll be the first to know!
Sales of Traitor’s Moon have been steady but slow and I must admit to being disappointed. This book deserves so much more! If you are a fan of Freebooksy, you will see it listed this Sunday. I expect it to do well and hope it generates interest in Expectant Moon at the same time. If you happen to pick up a copy, please be kind enough to leave a review. Many thanks!
2 thoughts on “Weekly Roundup – Blast From The Past 2: A VALENTINE”
Such a sweet poem! Glad you found it.
Thanks H! I was close to my mother and she always read my stuff – even though some of it was really awful! Mom’s are good at that type of thing.