winter weekend scene in New Hampshire
I used to write individual Valentine’s Day poems for each of my children and another for Jonathan. In recent years, with our growing in-law numbers, one family poem for the nine sometimes has to suffice.
This Valentine’s Day I am rather distracted
By granddaughter, travel, and book tasks protracted.
By no means does that say my love is diminished,
And poems for loved ones by no means are finished.
I’ll whip off some rhymes for my nine near relations
So raptly absorbed in nine fine avocations.
I hope you’ll all find a few moments today
For some chocolate or roses or nice things to say.
Please know at the least that to me you are treasure,
A part of a family that’s blessed beyond measure.
In the misaligned stars of our floundering nation
I’m lucky to be part of your constellation.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 174: 141 words, TOTAL = 28,545; 31,455 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.