Valentine

For My Valentine

In my worst nightmare I’m young

again and realize I have yet to learn

everything that required pain to be

who I am today.  Being old is bad

enough but to be young again?

No thanks. 

My Valentine was there, pretty,

but not as beautiful as she’s become: 

sparkling eyes, patient (could I

be the cause of that?) a friend

to everyone she meets, and kind,

especially to me.

                      —Donnell Hunter

                                        14 February 2012