Two different kids, at two very different colleges, requested that mom send them the shoes they forgot at home. A shoe box is a shoe box, but it becomes so much more when filled with love and support for a Valentine’s Day care package.
Dear Ones,
To you it is only old shoes you ask for,
But I plan to send them along with much more.
You requested the shoes that you forgot,
But I hope to show you that I love you a lot.
You need the shoes for a practical reason,
But I will relate my package to the season.
Why can’t you throw them in the mail, you wonder.
But how can I transmit my love, I ponder.
Hurry up, I need my shoes, is your quick demand.
Instead, I take time to buy, bake, write, and plan.
What’s the big deal, to yourself you muse.
As I shoehorn my support into boxes of shoes.
“Anything fragile, liquid, perishable, or hazardous?”
“No,” I respond as I pay at the post office.
My love will not perish, no matter what I send in each one:
The shoes plus a note, cookies, chocolate, and gum.
Boxes of love and shoes are now on their way
To my dear children, Happy Valentine’s Day!
