Valentine Sonata '95
I spent the day in paper chaos
Searching for the perfect card
Striving for that phrase immortal
to impress you like The Bard.
My mind was tumbling with verses
Roses Are Red, or I Love You Because,
But nothing seemed to fit you perfect;
So unique—you grant me pause.
I knew that I would never find
A card to express what’s on my mind.
It seemed so hopeless. I felt despair.
At once I thought, “Buy underwear!”
I rebuked myself, “Concede defeat?”
Not me! You know, I’ve such conceit!
A thought then struck. “A poem attempt.
I’ll write and express the evident!”
I struggled and suffered the lines to rhyme,
but was suddenly, rudely reminded, “The time!”
The children were starved. Dr. Seuss had ended.
The dinner uncooked, the laundry resplendent.
The moment was lost; could not be recaptured.
My desolation complete; you would not be enraptured.
When suddenly, wonderfully, it came so inspired,
Personally, to angels, my life must be wired.
A revelation! An answer! A thought so sincere
I’ll give you the card you gave me from last year!
That's my Reality and Sometimes It Bites 2/2016
