by FRANCES C RODRIGUEZ
Friday, May 02, 2003
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I remember when we were so young
and so much in love,
and how I use to come and take you out,
the smell of your mothers kitchen
and your dad waiting by the door,
for the years has pass us by
and we both took different roads,
but I do miss that little girl
that could not leave me alone,
I wish I could see that little smile,
and hear her funny laughter,
the smell of her mothers cooking
coming from that old fashion stove,
but now she is married and I stand here all alone,
for this country boy could not let his love go.
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|Reviewed by Birdie
|Real love runs deep and there is no quench......magnificent poem !|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|caring, moving poem... well done!|
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Lovely and bittersweet work Frances, and I too yearn to be back in the country once again! It is true, "Once a country boy or girl, always a country boy or girl!"
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Nice one, Frances.|
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Very sensitive and touching memories expressed here. Good job.|