Valentine's Day Memory - Poem by Zen Bojczuk
and so it starts...
Valentine's Day approaches.
Poems of love. Poems of sorrow.
Words with promises of tomorrow.
Share my memories of a Valentine's Day?
The one remembered most. Well.... Okay.
Happened back when I was still in college.
Dating this girl. In love. I acknowledge.
She asked for a small favor - a minor delay.
Her friend came to a house a few blocks away.
Her friend had something for her...something.
Still wonder... never knew what was the 'thing'.
Anyway.. Giovanna (nice name) was my girl's friend.
Okay... a few minutes at some party I can spend.
'Just need two minutes at the door' my date replied.
Bit strange, but no reason for request to be denied.
and so Giovanna (love the name) appears at the door
Wow! My jaw dropped and eyes cried out for more.
Giovanna - like a super model, with awesome body to match.
Red dress..slit. Legs of magnetic powers. What a catch!
Real designer clothes, heels, and a very wide brimmed hat.
Oh! So hot! ..My girl..so very plain compared to that.
Wait here. Back in a flash....Wait here?
I'm totally confused. This is weird.. unclear.
At the door appears an sweet older Italian lady.
Come on in! Some food? You must be cold, I see.
To catch another glimpse of Geovanna, in I go.
Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day! ..I didn't know.
'Party' with 20 old people... All somber...a hush.
No hearts. No Cupid. No couples in romantic blush.
Then sweet Giovanna comes over and whispers in my ear.
Confusion cleared. Replaced by shock.. bit of fear.
To the woman. 'Didn't connect this day with tears.'
'Must be nice to be remembered after all these years.'
Maybe talking in sympathy... maybe talking in shock.
Not a party, but a memorial at the house on that block.
Valentin's Day Massacre! ...their relatives did die.
Are these people all Mafia? I was scared - can't deny.
My words of smyphathy by others must have been heard.
Stay longer! Wine.. a drink? Me thinking...How absurd.
I'm scanning for holsters...but Geovanna - so hot!
Fear melted. Seemed like very nice people. Why not!
Really were warm people, regardless of family tree.
Weeks later, even went to Geovanna's for a real party.
As for luscious Geovanna, on a date we never did go.
Wondered about her family... you just never know.
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