Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My First Valentine

It was a warm Valentine's Day.

On my front porch I sat, when he

Came up the walk, heading my way.

I waved and he waved back to me.

When he got close, I saw him hold

A red Crayola in his hand.

Then he did something I thought bold,

A gift for me that he had planned.

So carefully he drew a heart

With the crayon on wrist of mine.

The two of us gazed at his art.

He gave me my first valentine.

We were neighbors, living next door,

When I was three and he was four.