Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

in Valentine in flowered heart in red that bleeds for love divine may seeds of hope with words unsaid sweetly impart this gift to Valentine

Red rose, blue violet, and crocus yellow Waken, happy fellows, and are taken From the store to lady’s vase awaiting Red love’s fellowship with blues.

Taste of peppermint. He’s cleaned his teeth. Will her lips be cherry-red or, rose? Will she keep those fangs back underneath Her pretty nose? Maybe.

Visiting Vegas revitalizes him Beloved valuer of vital odds Provider of vials That save vitality. He’s visiting Vegas Revivifying himself With vim and verve Unreservedly.

Never been kissed, Not so’s she’d want to remember, Fleeing the dance… Never kissed her Missed his chance, so it seemed… Then kissed’n redeemed her. Written with thanks for second chances

It’s not so strange, these days, for the kids to attend the wedding. Jessica strewed roses along the path—white ones, not red. Jake carried the ring on a cushion of blood. John was best “man.” Dad placed a fang on Mom’s finger and bit, then the vampire rejoicing began.

I walked that road—you know the one—it’s paved with good intentions. I told her I trusted her, valued her, knew she’d succeed. I pushed her, helped her, drove her till she got the job, became all I thought she could be. Shoulda listened though; turned her into me.