My gramp brought me a valentine.
To give to mommy and it’s just fine.
I’m four years old and it’s all mine.
A valentine. A valentine.
It’s got a heart and teddy bear
To show my mom how much I care.
A tiny voice came from nowhere,
“I’ve got no flair.” “I’ve got no flair.”
Somehow that card said words to me.
“I’m not as fine as I can be.
I need more personality”
that she can see, that she can see.”
“With your help lad, I’ll be much more.
I’ll be a card that she’ll adore.”
I’ll not be common anymore!
Accept this chore. Accept this chore.”
With a crayon I wrote just “my”
before “Mom”. She is my own, that’s why.
I signed Tommy then heard card sigh.
I don’t know why, I don’t know why.
The card she’s kept for all this time.
A priceless card that cost a dime.
Mom says I made the value climb
with my first rhyme, with my first rhyme.
© Lawrencealot – February 9, 2013