Mildred Grace Comments

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.

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!