A Valentine's Day Poem
First Kiss
We kissed it's time for me to tell
Our first school year remember well
I don't remember teacher's name
There was this little girl, first grade
Recess, she took me by my hand
Into the storm cave we went, and ...
Fatal day sitting on the steps
Still by the hand she moved real close
Pressed her face to mine kiss was dear
She whispered sweetly in my ear
Please show me yours I'll show you mine
Kiss and show changed me for all time
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/02/shortcake-waffles-berries-and-cream.html Go there for seeing her instructions and inspiration for our writings.
- Most of my "poems", even when basically are true, have been embellished a little bit.
- But this one is ENTIRELY TRUE. She, my first crush died (suicide) at about age 20, I hadn't seen her since the end of second grade.
Labels: First times, Love Poem, Personal-Challenge-2019, Real Toads, Rhyme, School, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 2/14/2019 01:13:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Whoa, childhood experiences do have a profound impact on one's psyche. Thanks for stopping by my blog, Jim.
etched memories...!
suicide at 20 ...sigh!
Oh, the memory is beautiful in its light with the childhood innocence intact. Your endnote about her passing in such a manner is so saddening though.
Oh this is achingly beautiful and poignant!!
hummmm...so cute!!
Such a cute memory to have, Jim.
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