Mildred Grace Poem by Belle Wassermeister
Mildred Grace
I had the dearest childhood friend;
her name was Mildred Grace.
It's now been more than fifty years
since I have seen her face.
She was the fleetest thing around,
and would win every race.
She left me when just ten years old,
now gone without a trace.
part 2---I have never gone a year without thinking about him---- it's the pits, isn't it? ---love this poem
yes, I miss a boy I met in the second grade and we held hands and were boyfriend and girlfriend and talked about so many different things then the school closed and we moved
Life and youth...so fleeting. A haunting, magnificent poem, Belle.
This poem has echoes in it--waking up memories of everyone who reads it. Well chosen topic
This is a special poem. I also had some dear childhood friends that I still think about often, and wonder what happened to them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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There's a beautiful, haunting nature floating along like a river in this poem... making the reader pay attention to things yet unseen, unknown, but much longed for. Wonderful!
Smoky, thank you so much for a wonderful comment!