LE ME BE MY VALENTINE by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Romantic love can be a tricky thing…

What you think will last a life time, suddenly shatters before your eyes, leaving you in a wake of devastation and lies. What brought me back to true love, unconditional love was the love of the Divine and learning how to love myself.

My very first Valentine’s Day without my husband of 20 years, was expected to be difficult to say the least. However, when I woke up on February 14, 2012, my beautiful children left me flowers, loving cards, notes and candy on the counter by the coffee maker, telling me how much they love me. I embraced the shift from romantic love to a unique love with my family, friends, the world, and most of all myself.

This is not to say I will never embrace romantic love again, I know it will come again to me someday. This poem was birthed to bring myself to self love on this romantic holiday and on every day that comes, to cover myself in light and grace.

Let me be my Valentine

by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

let me be my Valentine,

offering love and devotion-

love letters of intentions,

an open invitation-

to embrace myself,

with compassion.

let me be my Valentine,

bring my self flowers-

to breath in the-

fragrance of life,

I will not resist-

but rather insist,

to cover myself-

with grace,

for I am beauty within-

light holds me-

to myself,

I bring love-

to my sacred place,

in my eyes-

as I look in the,

mirror at my face-

I gladly say,

let me be my Valentine.

(This poem was originally published in the author's recently released book

"Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life", available here)

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg is an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page called Heart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here.

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