 | [Poems by Kilmer in] Memories of my son Sergeant Joyce Kilmer |  |
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VALENTINE FOR MY MOTHER, 1917
If some day as you idly turn the pages,Whereon my verses are,
You find a flower where angry winter rages,
On the black earth a star;
If in dead words you come on something living,
Some fair and vibrant line—
It is the message that my heart is giving,
It is your Valentine.
| [Poems by Kilmer in] Memories of my son Sergeant Joyce Kilmer | |