This is a poem about a time when women wore aprons to cook,
And breakfast was often served in a nook.
In the year 1965,
It was a time when we were young and glad to be alive.
A little one was on the way,
Dad was proud and looking forward to the day.
On Valentine’s Day he came home bearing a card and a box of Valentine chocolates,
It was the only time he did this for his mate.
The Valentine card was dropped into the apron pocket while she was making dinner,
She thought this a lovely gesture and a sure winner.
He presented the heart-shaped box with a big smile,
And she thought her cooking dinner was very worthwhile.
This Valentine’s Day is long remembered from year to year,
Along with the apron pocket and Valentine so dear.
© By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)