A Valentine
I found an old, old valentine
Of my mother’s yesterday;
An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing
That she had put away
Between the covers of a book;
And as I touched it there,
I saw her young and beautiful,
The sunlight in her hair,
The love-light in her bright, young eyes
That years could not destroy;
And through the paper lace there walked
My father as a boy.
Somewhere along the heavenly lanes
Today, their eyes ashine,
I think he asks her once again
To be his valentine.
by Grace Noll Crowell (1877 - 1969)
I found an old, old valentine
Of my mother’s yesterday;
An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing
That she had put away
Between the covers of a book;
And as I touched it there,
I saw her young and beautiful,
The sunlight in her hair,
The love-light in her bright, young eyes
That years could not destroy;
And through the paper lace there walked
My father as a boy.
Somewhere along the heavenly lanes
Today, their eyes ashine,
I think he asks her once again
To be his valentine.
by Grace Noll Crowell (1877 - 1969)
