greedy retailers had wrecked it for most
by marking up candy and jewelry and cards.
“Just tell me you love me on Valentine’s Day
I do not need roses at ten times their worth!"
After running some errands and returning back home
I entered my office, then gasped and stopped short
A vase of red roses had been set on my desk
and my anger erupted in the rudest of yells
“What the . . . you know what I think of flowers this day!”
“Yes, I do,” he said as he rounded the corner
to yank up the vase and toss out its contents.
“Dollar Store!” he grinned, then hooted in glee.
It took me a second to fathom the scene. Uh,
no water was spilled and . . . Oh, the roses were fake!
I gulped and I gasped, then I snorted a laugh
and he grinned and extended his arms in a hug.
We chuckled all day at how I fell for his joke.
All these years later I still have those roses
sweet keepsake forever of his laughter and love.