I was all of 9 years old
With the innocence of a rose
Mother had styled my long blonde hair
I felt pretty, I suppose
A braid she made, to crown my head
The rest, she let hang down
I smiled, pleased with her talent
Left the room, without a sound
We went to visit Father's friend
And Smitty was his name
He had a son about my age
Smitty Junior, named the same.
I left the grownups in discourse
And wandered down the hall
A boy alone, in a large room
Was playing paddleball
He stopped when I walked in the room
And he just stared at me
And then, he planted a big kiss
Right on my mouth, surprising me
I'm glad our parents never knew
About our secret kiss
The memory of it makes me smile,
As now, I reminisce.
I'm glad our parents never knew About our secret kiss The memory of it makes me smile, As now, I reminisce.....very beautiful...poem and your way of presentation..thanks
A wonderful poem about memories from your childhood. Well written.
Thank you, Ray. Not always easy to put real-life memories into a rhyming poem, but the challenge is both rewarding and worth it!
Such a lovely memory of a very first kiss....10+++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So, an older boy then? ?
(BLUSH) Actually, Thomas, I think we were both the same age. He was maybe 10, at the most. : -)