An Old Faded Valentine Box
Just My Darling---You.
I visited Grandmother’s attic one cold gloomy Sunday, just wishing time away,
I found an odd surprise in an old trunk that was covered with quilts---- that day.
It was an old faded Valentine Box that was tattered and worn with pink paper that decorated the lid,
With red moth eaten lace all around the box ---and inside it---- a heart-shaped note was hid.
And on the colored paper written in red with big letters it said,
Be My Valentine, My Darling and it was signed------ Fred.
And on the other side the sad story started to unfold,
After I read it I knew I had to find out who wrote this note-----
that was so very old.
The written words said---I missed you on the path today;
I wanted to carry your book for you to school,
Our little granny has the flu,
And I hope the old country doctor knows what to do.
Are you still wearing my ring on the blue ribbon around your
beautiful neck---isn't it just dandy?
I worked in the fields last week-- picking up roots--- to buy you a
Valentine Card and Chocolate Candy.
Pa said I could take you to the dance if I finished all my chores,
And my brother Pete said he would help me plow the north field,
while I whittle Mr. Mike some new oars.
We only have six more months until we are 18 years old, and I
hope your Pa finds nothing to disparage,
Then I will ask your Ma and Pa for your hand in marriage.
Can you meet tonight at the old hollow tree down by the seaside?
I just want to hold you a little while and kiss your hand----being
apart I cannot abide.
My love for you grows stronger each day as I look into
your eyes of blue,
I want you forever until death we do part---by my side---
just my Darling----you.
With tears in my eyes, I refolded the beautiful Valentine Card,
to put itback, when I saw a tiny red box on a small letter,
I opened the box and on a washed-out blue ribbon was a
little ruby ring, and as I read the little note I did not feel
Because Fred had died from the flu in 1833,
And under that was written,
Fred my Darling, walk slowly to Heaven, so I can catch up,
please wait for me.
The signature was faded, and the name I could not see.
I stayed there forever, it seemed, holding the note next to my heart,
Saying a prayer for the lovers who by now--- were not apart.
Behind Grandmother's House
Years later, I could not forget that day so long ago, when I went to the attic--I felt bold,
It was there in Grandmother's attic, I found a Valentine which left my heart cold.
Who was this Fred? I had to know,
So, after visiting my Grandmother's grave, I walked down a long path in the woods in the snow.
Under an Oak tree, I saw some very old tombstones, so lonely and unkempt,
On the oldest tombstone was written "Walk slowing my Darling Fred, I am on my way"
there was no name, no dates, it was so sad---I wept.
Who was she--I still did not know,
So sadly I walked back to Grandmother's house in the snow.
Revisited the Past
When the autumn leaves turn to amber and gold with highlights,
of red and orange splashed across the yard, anticipating northern winds to blow the icy air into the Southland nights.
I remember my Angelic Grandmother Knight whose sweet love and care,
As she nurtured my young heart to love and share.
The fall leaves spread into our Southern Woods so bright,
We inhale the icy air and wonder at the beautiful sight.
God painted our world with his Heavenly brush,
Colors so astounding with hues to all
the trees and grounds making our hearts gush.
Use your eyes appreciating these earthly gifts, and enjoy the beauty here,
Because our own departure is sometimes near.
Then in another horizon our spirits will be,
Enjoying the rich green valleys and the mighty turquoise sea.
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