My Valentine

My Valentine

You, are my valentine,

Remember our candy hearts,

“Be Mine”,

“I’m Yours”,

“True Love”,

In third grade Valentines were given,

To every boy, and every girl,

Even then,

You selected the best Valentine,

For each person,

And, then God gave me you,

In college you gave me candy hearts on Valentine’s Day,

All quite tame,

Just the same,

You became,

My candy hearted,

“Angel”,

My,

“True Love”,

My,

“Oh My”,

“Hey, Baby”,

“Be Mine”,

"So Happy",
You are,

"My Valentine"!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 14, 2015

Brothers Forever

Brothers Forever

Comrades in arms,

Each one would keep the other safe,

Out of harms way,

Each one could “take you out”-

When you are out of line,

Each one would take you in-

On a moment’s notice,

Young enough to remember,

Old enough to know better,

We laugh with spontaneity,

It was so from the beginning,

It is so to this day,

Our mother was a saint,

She was a boys’ Mom,

She would really get mad,

Have us sit as a group on the stairs,

So she could lecture,

(we didn’t do “this” or “that”…chores, usually)

After the yelling subsided,

She would stare at the four of us,

And,

Start laughing!

(Whew…Once Again!)

Brothers, Forever!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 9, 2015

There is a Song

There is a Song

There is a song deep within my soul,

I keep trying to sing it,

I hear it played back me,

In so many ways,

On so many planes,

God has His on hand on this,

(I have lost half my audience now),

(some will drift back to hear the rest)

I know ONE thing,

Love,

Love,

Love!

(And, smile a little bit)

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 3, 2015

Pine Forest

Pine Forest

Oh, Children harken back the day,

A place to walk; a place to play,

Upon pine needled woven floor,

Cathedral pines which we adore.

Here squirrel and deer have made their home,

So, “Hush my dears,” while we here roam,

And, not too long in distant year,

Your children will be walking here.

Here howl of city sounds dismiss,

Hear whistling winds in pines of bliss,

How silence spans upon this place,

The pine forest; a glorious place!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 3, 2015