I see Valentine’s Day as an opportunity to celebrate love in all its forms. Last year, I was treated to homemade heart-shaped biscuits in bed, delivered by my eldest daughter, who is now five. They were delicious!
My husband can be romantic, on occasion, and sometimes surprises me with a special gift or gesture. One of my most treasured memories is of the time we travelled up to London together to see George Michael at Earl’s Court. We had a lovely three course meal in Knightsbridge (opposite Harrods), then headed to the concert, hand in hand.
George Michael is my all time favourite singer, so there was such a thrill to that night and it was wonderful to be able to share it with the love of my life. We found our seats and settled in for the show. George Michael’s rich vocals sounded even better as part of a live performance and he had so much energy.
At the interval, my husband disappeared for a while, returning with a glass of wine for me and nothing for himself. I was so touched by his thoughtfulness and the fact that he was by my side for this once in a lifetime rush of experience. I have never forgotten the moment. And now I have preserved it in a poem . . . Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
Valentine’s Day
The glass of wine
you bring me at
the interval
is heartful.
My heart sounds
the gesture, echoes
it rich.
Imagine
the velveteen crossfire
of blood,
circles contracting like
opening petals.
I give you this rose.
K. S. Moore
If you enjoy love poetry, look out for my poem, ‘Love Song’, soon to be published in the spring issue of Atlanta Review!
