Each day I check my mailbox shortly after nine
Hoping that in my mailbox will be a valentine.
I do not want anything fancy, just a card or two,
Nothing too mushy, just an “I’m thinking of you.”
I amble up to my mailbox then I count to ten.
I wonder if my mailbox Is empty once again?
I slip it slowly open and I peek inside
But only dust and darkness in my box reside.
I slowly shamble up the walk pushing tears away
Another lonely and empty Valentine’s today.
I sniffle and I snuffle opening my door
Suddenly I stop and I stare at something on my floor.
There lies a simple envelope decorated red
And inside a card for me and this is what it said,
“I know it is Valentine’s Day, here’s a card for you
To let you know I like you, I hope you like me too.”
Who could this Valentine’s come from, it wasn’t here before?
I step out onto the porch and spy the boy next door
Peeking over the bushes before he runs away
I close my eyes and smile for My First Valentine’s Day.