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Valentines through My Eyes

Updated on February 10, 2012

reds

poem/short story

When valentines is almost here and just around the corner, I start to think of others besides me and who ever I am with at the time (might be the same person for a while or not) I especially start to think of my mom and dad. Might sound strange but this is really what I start to ruminate on is my mom and dad, especially the few years before he passed away.

Valentines to me symbolizes genuine and growth between two persons who love each other. Who could this be my mother and my father, through my eyes I see a man who considerably loves this woman who he has deeply hurt in many ways in the past (but this I know of only because I was told) regardless, as I was writing through my eyes I see a man who loves this (grouchy stubborn woman only towards him) wonderful beautiful lady whom I call my mother who seriously has never ever loved an other even after death did them part she still remains married at heart. Through my eyes I see how my dad would go out of his way every year to find the most beautiful red roses and not just one dozen; it had to be two dozen, at that!

He never failed to have them delivered to her job the beauty salon, where their was nothing but females who were all in awe, when the florist would gracefully rush in with two dozen red roses in a beautiful glass vase; it was cute because all the regulars knew exactly who would become the rightful owner of that gorgeous rose display.

What amazed me even more so was that my mom always knew that my dad would come through on Valentines day which made her feel like a very special lady even though she showed hardly any appreciation. After my dad passed away one of my moms sister’s told me some bad stories that I wish she never did because I always have seen my dad love and spoil my mom rotten and her treat him so mean, so I guess the 2 dozen roses was a way he showed my mom he was sorry for all the pain he caused her in the past, but it had to be years before they had me, because through my eyes all I ever seen was dad in love and my mom become the rightful owner of two dozen roses every year on Valentines Day!


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      peachy 4 years ago from Home Sweet Home

      A beautiful, honest story about yr dad. My dad has his past, bad ones with my mom. We knew but time has changed. When they grow old, they learnt to forgive and forget and ask for forgiveness to their spouse. Learn to accept the truth, my friend. He did his best to cover up the bad patch. Voted up

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      Delilah 5 years ago from los angeles, ca

      thank you you will

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      Delilah 5 years ago from los angeles, ca

      thank you he was in his own way

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      jacqui2011 5 years ago from Leicester, United Kingdom

      What a beautiful short story. Your dad sounds like he was a very caring man to always remember your mum on valentines day.

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      hubthai2012 5 years ago from india

      i loved ur poetry,it beau..hoping some more frm u

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