Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old.
It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
Comments (5)
Oh this is a clever one.😉
GOSH. THIS. Been there. And it fucks with you.
I feel that ... great poem! 🩷
It is a problem of me too 😁.
Sometimes it's easy to miss things like that. It's heartbreaking. Loved your poem!