Midnight Valentine
Like fresh water from springs below a lake
There is much love to give, but who will take?
shuffling ‘neath neon lights
or lurking in alleyways
Myra roams urban streets
Kay’s large house seems so empty
Conveniences money provides
but it’s affection she wishes to share
judgmental parents disowned her
for handouts Myra pleads
fearing the fate of her unborn
so young was Kay’s husband
struck down before his first gray hair
she sobbed when told her womb would be barren
lashed by winter’s icy whip
Myra mingles with the homeless
stopping at shelters to eat for two
until at a soup kitchen one day
a compassionate volunteer named Kay
offers to share her ample home
Like fresh water from springs below a lake
There is overflowing love to give, but who will take?
*January 31, 2019
For Chantelle’s Midnight Valentine Contest
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