Sunday, February 14, 2021

Valentine kisses for the grandson I raise

So here we go again. 

Valentine's Day. 

    My old love long blazed

to ash--now not even 

    ash. 


In my palm what he left me --

    heart blown in heavy glass.

I see my face in its candy 

    apple shine


which I use to trace its shape 

    on paper--a Valentine 

for my teen boy 

     who makes it clear 


he does not care about such things, 

     least of all from Grandma now that

what matters to his heart is how 

     he styles his hair for today's

Tick Tok masquerade.


But what good is life without love?

    Even unrequited?

So I fill the pouch with chocolates, 

    each wrapped in blood red foil 

shaped as teats but called a kiss.  


Tonight  I set the gift where in the morning 

    he will eat his toast.  

All night they wait for this flashy boy--

    this
dozen unwanted kisses. 


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