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Why I am not fond of Valentine’s Day

15 February 2010 7 Comments

Different Flowers

A man dies of a heart attack
on Valentine’s Day?
Such an unfathomable conundrum.
While lovers hugged and kissed,
I braced myself and grieved.

As a young maiden opened her card
that came with the flowers,

I opened his casket
to put on his pin
look at him
for the last time.
Never had flowers smelled so strangely.

With sparkling eyes and a girly giggle,
she managed a smile.
I cried, shivered
and took a pill.
Never had flowers meant so strangely.

She also had her moment to spoil
a happy occasion twenty-three years after.
I had to do it all over again
two days before Christmas
when she drew her last breath.
While other families were gathered
to feast on their blessings
we received guests
mourning for our loss.

And yes, never had flowers
smelled strangely

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7 Comments »

  • JMom said:

    …and that’s why I can’t stand red roses :(

    beautiful and poignant poem, Rolly. I really love how you put things into words.

  • rolly (author) said:

    JMom Thank you for your kind words.

  • Toni said:

    Always moving, always insightful Tito Rolly.

  • Joyce said:

    Very touching…I don’t like Valentine’s day either.

  • Mec said:

    I love Valentines but I get this too… I have long since realized that the world doesn’t stop for your grief, no matter how for you, everything suddenly spins to a halt…

    *hugs*

  • TitoRome said:

    Being a man, I definitely love flowers too and valentines’ day is just another day for me. In my moments of grief I brought flowers to my love ones, with a hope that they see me sharing the special moment with them as the scents of the flowers sorround us together. Pero request ko kay misis to burn (cremate) me when my time comes. Natatakot kase ako, baka dalhan niya ako ng roses…. para paghahampasin lang ang puntod ko. he he he.

  • TitoRome said:

    Didn’t mean to make fun of your post Tito Rolls, I totally understand. I lost both of my parents while I was thousands of miles away from them. I cried at the depth of my lungs, but that still doesn’t account to make them feel that they were cared for. How I wished I was there by their side before their last breath. Kakalungkot, but life goes on. However, am sure they love us unconditionally regardless.

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