First Love (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

First Love
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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We tend to remember things as far better, or far worse than they actually were. Days were colder, the walk to school longer, spankings more frequent and much harsher. Life was harder, everyone went without, yet the joy of getting up each morning, looking forward to summer without school, walking into town to play ball, building a fort in the woods, are wonderful memories to be cherished for a lifetime, as was that very first love.
*FIRST LOVE* Memories of distant times… painted with a mottled brush, colors seemed so much brighter,,, first love, recalled as much more lush. Memories of those olden days recall only the highlights, country meeting city, or one of several fights. That one and only first kiss the lovely little girl,,, holding hands, carrying her books, the long walk home from school. Believing this is love, fearful to let it show. Lunch break on the teeter totter too timid to tell her so. That first taste of passion, whether love or lust shared with your best friend the first you’d learn to trust. “Memories of distant times… painted with a mottled brush, colors seemed so much brighter,,, first love,,,,” causing me to blush. *Copyright* *© 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*

Reviewed by Vivienne Blackledge

Reviewed on February 21, 2012

A long long time ago for me Richard but can bring back in an instant that first heart thumping pulse racing kiss when I was sixteen. His name was Freddie.......

Reviewed by Janna Hill

Reviewed on February 20, 2012

A dappled past seen through rose colored glasses...
Idk.
:) Janna

Reviewed by Jms Bell

SWEET AND TANGY...BRINGS BACK THOSE WONDERFUL MEMORIES OF SO LONG AGO. THANKS FOR SHARING, RICHARD. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Very sweet writing, Richard....brings back lovely memories for me! Thanks for sharing....

Anna

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on February 18, 2012

Excellent poetry, Richard.

I wrote my memoirs a few years ago, the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I tried to remember honestly, but I know memory can, and does, play tricks on us. I did not paint myself as a better person that I turned out to be, I was brutally honest in my depiction of me, and the other people I came into contact with.

Saying all that, I am sure I missed some nuances because of age and/or prejudicial interpretation.