Dear Annie:
I think about you sometimes when I pass that old poplar tree
there by the little red schoolhouse where we first met. It's all boarded
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Your references to the first-grade teacher, the first book you read, the first kiss… oh! so enchanting… Ron, you made my day. (The day is just dawning in India)
Great poetry Ron. Enjoyed every word in this "open letter" (I would say) to the estranged lover. The inimitable style is of course the stamp your poems. I just wonder, how could she leave you, for your love for her is as fresh as blooming lotus…
If i could figure a way to send it to 'favorites', which i guess is supposed to be our option, I would.
Just click on the little heart in the upper right hand corner near the title.
Ron, i don't call this a poem, but it beats the our of many I've read on PH, including 'poems of the day', for pleasing me with its words. bri ;)
'Did you meet someone new and fall out of love with me? ' Of course she did NOT fall out of love for you. Que sera, sera. Things happen. I wonder if this is a true story. Hmm?
Gorgeous and honest poem, dear Ron. I do hope eagerly that you'll find her one day. Thank you so much for sharing.
Now this is poetry Ron, even if it is not metered, does not rhyme. Not to worry, you belong here. I tried to leave you a longer message but it was vaporized. There must be a message length PoemHunter does not advertise. My first grade girlfriend, she called me Roy, I called her Dale, moved away before the second grade! Verda Lee, you are still loved!
Now that (my new friend) is poetry in any empath's book and shares emotions most men, at least, can surely relate to. My first girlfriend was in the first grade. She called me Roy and I called her Dale. She and her mom even came to visit me at my house once and met my mother. Then her family moved away, by second grade she was gone. How I would love to hear from her, to know that she has had, she had a good life at least! Verda Lee, you are still loved!
Quite nostalgic. A thousand words can be said about love, but they are all summarized into one word: love. Good narration.
As Kim has wished, Ron, I am sure you have found your Annie by now