AS THE DAY ENDS

just one more hour

By Margaret BrennanPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

As the sun begins to gently sink into the horizon,

Valentine's day is coming to an end.

I ease my weary body on the couch and wonder

Why your lack of attention I still defend.

There were no fragrant flowers delivered,

No card that I could read.

Just the emptiness I feel

Like a wayward, unattended seed.

Excuses always made, you're busy, or forgot.

But is it too much to ask

For a simple "Happy Valentine's Day" mention.

It's not a difficult task.

Now the sun has finally set,

The darkness fills the sky.

Once again, I've slipped your mind,

As the tears now slip from my eyes.

Oh well, there's always next year.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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