Happy Valentine's Day

A Valentine (1860)

I found and old, old, valentine
of my mother’s yesterday;
An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing
That she had put away
Between the covers of a book,
And as I touched it there, 
I saw her young and beautiful
The sunlight on her hair,
The love-light in her dark, young eyes
That years could not destroy,
And through the paper lace there walked
My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes
Today, their eyes ashine,
I think he asks her once again
To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowell

Happy Valentine's Day!

A Valentine (1860)

I found an old, old, valentine

of my mother’s yesterday;

An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing

That she had put away

Between the covers of a book,

And as I touched it there,

I saw her young and beautiful

The sunlight on her hair,

The love-light in her dark, young eyes

That years could not destroy,

And through the paper lace there walked

My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes

Today, their eyes ashine,

I think he asks her once again

To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowel

It is my tradition to post this poem.  It always made my mother cry to have me read it.  It really describes what we both think is the love her parents had for one another.  Happy Valentine's Day!

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These are some Valentine's which were collected by my Great-Aunt Avis Cole.  My Grandfather's sister.  She taught for more than 40 years in Roosevelt Elementary School, Ames, Iowa.

Continuing my Valentine Tradition

Just in case you've never seen it.

A Valentine (1860)

I found and old, old, valentine

of my mother’s yesterday;

An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing

That she had put away

Between the covers of a book,

And as I touched it there,

I saw her young and beautiful

The sunlight on her hair,

The love-light in her dark, young eyes

That years could not destroy,

And through the paper lace there walked

My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes

Today, their eyes ashine,

I think he asks her once again

To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowel

It is a tradition to post this poem.  It always made my mother cry to have me read it.  It really describes what we both think is the love her parents had for one another.  Happy Valentine's Day!

A Valentine

photo by Bob Kelly

A Valentine (1860)

I found and old, old, valentine

of my mother’s yesterday;

An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing

That she had put away

Between the covers of a book,

And as I touched it there,

I saw her young and beautiful

The sunlight on her hair,

The love-light in her dark, young eyes

That years could not destroy,

And through the paper lace there walked

My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes

Today, their eyes ashine,

I think he asks her once again

To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowell

Valentine Tom Swifty: "You make my heart sing," Tom noted.

Happy Valentine's Day

The first is a picture from Bob.

A Valentine (1860)

I found and old, old, valentine
of my mother’s yesterday;
An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing
That she had put away
Between the covers of a book,
And as I touched it there,
I saw her young and beautiful
The sunlight on her hair,
The love-light in her dark, young eyes
That years could not destroy,
And through the paper lace there walked
My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes
Today, their eyes ashine,
I think he asks her once again
To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowell

The poem is one I found years ago. I fell in love with it although it made my mother cry when I read it to her. We both could visualize her parents in the poem. So I dedicate this Valentine's post to them and to all who read this post. Thanks for stopping by. And Always Remember That You Are Loved. Hugs to all. j

Happy Valentine's Day

A Valentine (1860)

I found and old, old, valentine
of my mother’s yesterday;
An age-stained, lacy, lovely thing
That she had put away
Between the covers of a book,
And as I touched it there,
I saw her young and beautiful
The sunlight on her hair,
The love-light in her dark, young eyes
That years could not destroy,
And through the paper lace there walked
My father as a boy.

Somewhere along the heavenly lanes
Today, their eyes ashine,
I think he asks her once again
To be his Valentine.

Grace Noll Crowell

My mother really didn't like that poem because it made her cry.
That is the reason I love it. I think, however of my Grandparents, Clarence and Sadie Cole because it fits the love they had.

A special Valentine's day wish to all of my readers and my Brothers in Masonry. ARTYAR - Hugs, j-bear




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