I suppose even getting this sick could be considered one of my Valentine blessings, since I finally went to the doctor. Since the visit was long overdue, I received powerful drugs which means that soon I should be feeling better than I have in a very long time. I'm thankful for health insurance, immediate care clinics, and, of course, powerful drugs. But my list of Valentine blessings is long this year. My sister, Leah, sent me two dozen roses of every shade and color: gold, yellow, purple, white, pink, orange. They look and smell fantastic! Mel fixed us a wonderful Valentine meal, complete with candles, decorations, gift bags, sparkling wild berry juice, and gourmet chocolates for dessert. The kids from the Boeke family at church sent specially crafted Valentines to us in the mail. Last, but not least, a package of bizarre and amazing Valentine treats was left on our front porch. The tag said, "If you pick this off the step, you will be my Valentine. Love, Johnny Depp." No, you don't need to call Johnny's wife. It was really from the creative duo of Matt and Amanda.James Thurber once wrote that "love is what you've been through with somebody." Truly, then, I am surrounded by love. Thank you all.
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Ms. K,
I wrote you a Valentines Day poem.
No more the Lupercalion feast, with all it's pagan rites.
The goats and dogs their flesh may keep, upon fair Palatine.
To purify with magic, and sacrifice to gods,
Virgil’s ode no more compels this fickle, future mob.
Nor can the edict of Claudius II, by order from his throne,
Compel true love to live its life, forever, all alone.
For faithful priest, this Valentine, tho’ not yet made a saint,
Did not obey that wicked man, and thereby sealed his fate.
Thus in two-seventy A.D., while head from body torn,
A jailer’s daughter, the story goes, had blinded eyes reborn.
And for this selfless, noble act, Pope Gelasius, by name,
Decreed, that on the fourteenth day, his honor would remain.
So ‘Patron saint of Lovers’ Valentine himself would be
And this was all accomplished in 496 A.D.
But please observe, ye loving ones, the Duke of New Orleans.
Who, while in jail, first sent his wife a valentine received.
Alas we see our tale usurped by Cupid, as his day.
All men forget what history knows, they're deaf to what she’ll say.
So send your card, your candy too, give lovers a dead plant,
For History true I now have told, and never shall recant.
Okay, Okay. I wrote it for myself. But perhaps you'll enjoy it while you're still on drugs.
Albert N. Moose.
I'm not on THAT kind of drugs, Mr. Moose. Thanks, though, for the historical Valentine poem. I haven't stretched my poetic wings in a very long time, so I'm impressed.
I heard about the Johnny Depp gift. That is hilarious.
You really are blessed with some wonderful sisters, and friends who are so poetically gifted! You are loved, Mom
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