First Crush
She had only a name from the past,
And fading memories of a boy,
All those unsaid words of trust,
In a life of sorrow, a flash of joy.
That the little girl in early teen,
Trepidly approached the gate,
For a glimpse of her best friend's kin,
With baited breath, wait.
He saw the princess standing,
And walked to her from the door,
An unexplained feeling of longing,
Was it a crush and nothing more?
Her 'Sweet Dreams' Paul or Dan,
Of the Barbara Conklin books,
Would this handsome young man,
Compliment on Mariah's looks?
They played shuttles in the lawn,
A mild breeze washed from the river,
An inadvertant touch of hands drawn,
The boy and the girl sensed a shiver.
Then thirty three years rush,
Life took them different ways,
Yet the bond of the first crush,
Sweetness that forever, stays?
She traced him to break the spell,
With a message as sweet as can be,
"Good Morning, How are you?
Do you remember me?"
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