Poems

No Mr Valentine

The clock ticks

Time passes slowly

All the excitement buzzes around her so quickly she thinks her mind is playing tricks

Gazing, wondering and in reverie, she can't help but harbour thoughts of if someone will ever love her wholly

It's here . . .

The day approaches

Everybody is a couple

And she does nothing but look and stare

While girls clutch their partners tighter and scoff at them in passionate embraces

She sits back and looks at life's 'scenes'

"Where's her Mr Valentine?"

Please come and rescue her, little genie

Because living a life being single ain't easy.

- Jeronia Jackson