My Valentines are all young and full of pep. They are loving and sit in my lap and we chat. We talk of times gone by and the times to come, The times to come they will enjoy I pray. I tell them of the history, the part I know so much about. We ramble on and on and questions fly as we chat. They draw me hearts and flowers. They all have a touch for creating. My valentines I love so, and they are a part of me. I know now how my Grandmother felt all those years ago I used to draw for her and whisper sweet things to her ear. © By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)