Pine Cone

Dead on the outside
Yet something stirs deep inside
The signs of new life

-Kryson

Ahhhh… Valentine’s Day. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated Valentine’s Day. Giving out little cards to kids wasn’t how I wanted to spend my day. I’d rather take a test. Once I was a teen, Valentine’s Day was just a reminder that I was alone. Everyone that was in a “couple” seemed so happy, until I was in a couple myself and the daggers and drama came out of the woodwork. The worst was the expectation placed on both men and women to give something amazing and almost everyone seemed to be disappointed.

I was happy with a peck on the cheek myself.

My husband usually has to work on Valentine’s. That’s where he’s at now. Although Valentine’s Day just seems like another excuse to spend money, he always does something sweet for me anyway. He’s a bigger romantic than I am. That was hard to admit years ago, but it’s true.

So, in honor of this day… here’s a poem I wrote for him years ago. Not exactly a happy piece, but it reminds me of where I’ve been and how lucky I am to have such a wonderful man in my life.

Hey, I never said it was a good poem!

I have a lot of poetry and snippets of prose sitting here on my HD. I thought about posting it, but I always post my poetry on forums and blogs. While I used to get comments and reactions, I feel like I’m beating a dead horse now, so I’ll ask…

Are you interested? Should I post my old poetry? Would you be interested in reading cuttings of my postings from old round robins and author duels? Would you rather I just get on with the podcast?