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Dedicated to My first Love: My Dad .
Submitted by Sue
I had been a gawky adolescent and at 15 had just started to fill in, after having spent a lifetime enduring the taunts, "hey, toothpick!" or "Daddy-long-legs!". This is when I met my first boyfriend. I was still tall and slender, but the edges were softening, and I had gained some weight and curves. However,the young lady I was becoming had a hard time believing what showed in the mirror...My self image and confidence with boys was still bruised and somewhat fragile. Therefore it was especially heartbreaking to have this boyfriend break up with me just two weeks before Valentine's Day. I moped around the house, my eyes rimmed in red from crying, my first real heartbreak. In my misery, I barely noticed my father, working away on something at the dining room table. Sometime in the afternoon, the doorbell rang, but was immediately answered by my father who stood with an envelope in his hand and a twinkle in his eye. "It's for you", he said. I opened the envelope and withdrew
beautiful hand lettered poem on parchment paper:
"Susan, how I love that name
it can never breathe of shame
gentle as the heart that bears it
blessed the youth who takes and shares it;
A new valentine of roses
in her cheek each spring discloses;
to the eye of every swain
- and yet they sigh in vain.
Most lovely Susan,
Dare I hope that we are doomed to marry?
If so it is, my heart be true
girl of my heart's love: Gentle Sue."
I am now in my early 40's and still recall this poem by heart, because it was written from the heart by the first man who ever loved me: my Dad.
he saw the pain that I was in and used his creative talents to try to ease it.
I am now happily married to the man of my dreams. We have two beautiful children. As a parent, I can now relate to the love my dad must have felt for me at the time that he wrote that "Valentine"
My parents are now in their late 60's. They don't do much traveling, and I don't have the financial wherewithal to send them myself, But if I won this contest I would love nothing more than to send my parents on a Romantic trip to Hawaii...I just might have to tag along with my hubby!