Heart shaped box of red crayons
Lacy, white and delicate
Pasted pictures of red hearts
Ready just to celebrate
Pudgy hands with fingers tight
Holding on to dreams
Little boy, eyes a fright
Just take a look at him
Hair slicked back with Daddy's gel
Shoes all shined and polished
Nerves in bunches, still he beams
Shirt all white and starched
Waiting for Miss Susan
She ventures into sight
His smile blows up and then his grin
He sucks in breaths with all his might
She smells just like his mother
His heart is in a race
His knees are just a'rocking
Oh! For goodness sakes
Then Miss Susan bends her knees
Then takes his hand in hers
She brushes back his tossed bangs
Her tears causing a blur
The teacher and this little boy
All fresh and smelling nice
Beams of joys traded then
More than once or twice
The first crush for this little lad
The first time for this teacher
The first of first for both of them
Will make their memories richer
Valentines are for the heart
To tend the garden there
Every year I remember Paul
And the smile that he put there
I have so many riches
They shine within my soul
On Valentines they appear anew
To have again and hold.
This nostalgic romance poem brings a smile to my face and almost a tear to my eye as I remember crushes I had on teachers when I was a child and crushes other young ladies had on me when I grew older. There is somthing special knowing that in a child's heart you are special and when it happens it is a memory to last a lifetime. Thank you for sharing such a treasured memory sweet one.
Little Paul had the right idea and noble approach.
Me? At ten I fell for Anne, a girl in my class. Not for her a lovely, delicate heart shaped box. I thought I could really impress her by making the best flatulence sounds around. With my right hand under my left armpit, then with deep concentration, I flapped the bent left arm, albatross style. She stomped off. 'Uh? What'd I do wrong?' I wondered in my naivety. Maybe I should have used the right armpit.
Even such a primitive approach becomes the stuff of romance and makes it into the Valentines' vault of fond recollections.
Thanks for evoking this memory with this touching write, Susan.
As sweet as tge heart if a Valentine.
You tell it well, so it must reflect truth.
I remember mine... the teacher had told
the class that I was "smart" and I fell in
love for years! Thanks for seet memories.
- Bill
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2007
To be yung once more poor lil guy this was a wonderful endearing Valentine Poem....
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Ron
This captures the innocence and hope for love. Well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sandie May Angel :o)
Love,
Eileen
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Fee
Love Tinka
Me? At ten I fell for Anne, a girl in my class. Not for her a lovely, delicate heart shaped box. I thought I could really impress her by making the best flatulence sounds around. With my right hand under my left armpit, then with deep concentration, I flapped the bent left arm, albatross style. She stomped off. 'Uh? What'd I do wrong?' I wondered in my naivety. Maybe I should have used the right armpit.
Even such a primitive approach becomes the stuff of romance and makes it into the Valentines' vault of fond recollections.
Thanks for evoking this memory with this touching write, Susan.
Regards
Dai
You tell it well, so it must reflect truth.
I remember mine... the teacher had told
the class that I was "smart" and I fell in
love for years! Thanks for seet memories.
- Bill
Respect,
Joselyn
What a beautiful write. That's a very satisfying crush of a little boy. What a wonderful memory and compliment to the teacher also.
And the smile that he put there
This made me smile, too - remembering those old childhood crushes, and those homemade Valentines!
Edwin