Rita Clark

Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries are hard,
But Valentine's Day seems the hardest of all.
Christmas I celebrate with all I hold dear,
Though your absence is felt through all of the cheer.
Your birthday, our anniversary is still a celebration for me.
These dates confirm that there was you and that we were we,
But on Valentine's Day I grieve all alone.
Not that I'm not getting flowers or cologne,
I miss more than anything the things taken for granted.
A love so sweet, it seemed almost enchanted,
Memories of past Valentine's Days in my heart,
Of times when we believed that we'd never part.
So, now as I sit all alone and reminisce, I find that
I am so grateful for all that I miss,
For few EVER have the kind of love that we shared.
A love like ours cannot be compared.
I cherish each moment, each memory we made,
Memories of a love that will never fade.
We had quite a life together, you and me.
We had two great kids, a wonderful family.
My heart remains full till we meet again,
And I'll not dwell on what might have been.
I'll pick up my chin and smile as I say,
"I'll always love you, Babe. Happy Valentine's Day."