gifts for mommy
scribbled words of love
fly from children’s fingers
to rest in attic boxes
while affections stray to others
and in the dawn of a winter’s day
she unfolds her faded hearts, loved anew
In honor of Valentine’s Day, an etheree for
Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday.
No prompt words this week.
And a bonus!
My Grandson’s Valentine’s Day Poem
Love is red
Love makes me happy
Love is connected to peace
Love is about Martin Luther King
I love my family
more than infinity