Hearts and flowers today …obviously

I’m getting on a bit now. Valentine’s Day is now just a pleasant diversion that cheers me up on a winter’s day. Not that I’m not a romantic, but as the years roll on it’s the everyday togetherness that is important when you have been married a long time; the comfort of knowing that (if you are lucky) your partner is there for you no matter what, and your heart won’t sink to your boots if a bundle of mysterious cards do not find their way through your letter box.

It’s easy to say that Valentine’s Day is just a commercial fest; its true that flowers increase dramatically in price as the day approaches and that is a shame, but there is no doubt seeing all the lovely containers of blooms spilling out over the pavement outside the florist’s shop is very uplifting to see, and yesterday my local mini-supermarket was awash with glorious bunches of red roses which should have dropped a hint to the most preoccupied of lovers.

As with all these celebratory days, it is difficult for some. Not everyone is in a happy relationship, some people are alone; maybe they have lost a loved one; putting on a brave face on such a day can be hard. I can remember as a teenager being mortified that no one had bothered to send me a card; even worse, I remember the feeling of elation that quickly changed to heart wrenching disappointment when the card I thought was from someone I yearned to have as a boyfriend was really from someone else. If only we could reach back down the years and tell our young selves that the future would be bright and for a lot of us the right person was out there!

Although days of celebration like this will always be with us and on the whole, we enjoy them, it’s really day to day living that matters. Small romantic gestures every day of the year are what makes the world go round. It’s something that is easy to forget, and yet it is so important. Who could fail to feel better after coming home to a lovingly prepared dinner and some lighted candles, or seeing a household job completed that had been niggling away at you for ages? And a bunch of flowers or some chocolates are welcome any day of the year in my house!

It’s not just the romantic side of life that’s important, it’s showing we care for friends and family too; noticing when someone is down and taking time out for them; babysitting and baking, sharing time together, all these help to keep our world turning.

The following poem isn’t really about Valentine’s Day itself, it is more about friendship. Friendship takes many forms. When we love someone and have loved someone for many years, friendship above all, is what gets us through the days and nights.

Whether you are in love, missing a loved one, looking for love or just need a friend, this poem is for you.

Blessings to you, and Happy Valentine’s Day!

I was standing by the window

Staring out to space

Wondering if I could find a friend

To stop me feeling out of place.

Then out of nowhere you appeared

With your jolly point of view,

Taking life so lightly

That I believed in you.

I don’t know where you came from;

Were you just out of sight

Like the sun, waiting behind the clouds

To dazzle me with light?

You seemed to gather my sadness,

And discard it like a cloak

I’d never need to wear again,

With one uplifting stroke.

You gave me help to find my way

To somewhere I belong,

Gave me your time, just like a gift

I’d waited for so long.

I don’t know where you came from

But you changed my point of view;

Your heart is surely golden

And I believe in you.

img_0113(C) Lyn Halvorsen

Author: Lyn Halvorsen

I am a writer and editor and love being creative. I also like to help other people get their story or message out into the world. Contact me for more information.

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