sketchbook stories: the valentine's cards
a kiss from a rose on the grey
Homemade Valentine’s cards. My little hands sticky with rubber cement. Scraps of my childhood displayed on the antique pie-safe. A vaseful of red roses, box of chocolates.
When I moved away, her cards followed me in the mail, forever lost to the nomadic annals of my wanderlust.
Our last Valentine’s Day together and the care home served vanilla cake, vapid as the ones from my Easy-Bake oven years ago. My mother’s half smile. Her card from arts & crafts class. Ribbons and red hearts; smudged purple ink.
The final chapter of a love story sealed with a bittersweet kiss.
I love your mother's art and your bittersweet Valentine's memory, Amie! Wishing you a Valentine's Day that contains nothing bitter--unless it's in a cocktail, coffee or a piece of chocolate!💕
Amie, this starts one way and ends another. So deeply sweet. thank you.