A Poem from Allan Cox

Remembrance

“Valerie,” I asked,
rhetorically,
“did you know
the root of your name,
val, means worth?”
“No,” she replied,
not knowing
what to say
next.
I went on:
“Same with value,
valor, and in
two days, February 14,
valentine.”
I was armed for
this little exchange
because yesterday,
mid-afternoon, walking
home along the beach
I began scanning
for a heart-shaped
stone that I
could give
my valentine
in lieu of a card.
Near failure,
nearly home,
there it was,
not just a stone,
but more of a rock—
flat, smooth, yellow-brown,
with heft, slightly
larger than the palm
of my hand.
Then hidden in my
jacket pocket,
weighed down on that side,
We trundled home,
both of us
feeling worthy.

Copyright© 2010 by Allan J. Cox

My valentine is in the middle

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