On Valentine’s Day
Back
when I was a kid,
This,
I recall, is
What
my father did.
He
brought me a heart
Filled
with chocolates inside
And
chocolate cigars
He’d
my brothers provide.
I
guess for my mom
There
was candy as well,
But
that wasn’t something
On
which I would dwell.
A
gift from my dad
Was
a rare kind of treat
Which,
to memory’s gaze,
Still
remains very sweet.
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