Days were endless
nights were filled with dreams,
you were the boy down the street
who played with me by the stream.
Skipping stones
would dance and plop
chattering of babble
was endless and none stop.
Giggles and laughter
spilled from our lips
our heads bent awkwardly,
tenderly we had our first kiss.
Each day afterwards
you would run for my door
smiling from ear to ear
you would kiss me once more.
Then one-day I had to say goodbye
we were moving and I started to cry,
you held my hand and wiped my tears dry
then gently kissed my cheek and told me goodbye.
This is a very pretty and tender little poem. Very Nice Tracey!
Jack
Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on January 2, 2003
Hi Tracey, I have just got back myself--what a lovely little poem to come back to--brought back memories.-------How's the pie business doing?--Much prefer a bit of southern comfort. Anyway a happy New Year.
Cheers. Morchuis
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on January 2, 2003
Poignantly beautiful write...
Enjoy reading your work again...
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on January 2, 2003
"Tears~ Poetress of the Heart.
This was of the heart and in the heart.
Art perfection."Then one-day I had to say goodbye
we were moving and I started to cry,
you held my hand and wiped my tears dry
then gently kissed my cheek and told me goodbye. "
Happy 2003
Peg
Good to see your wonderful work Tracey...this is delightful, brought back a lot of pleasant memories, (good ones for a change;-) Thanks
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on January 2, 2003
awwww.....I had a young love too, he wrote my name in chalk over the pavement outside my house.....you brought back some lovely memories for me then....
A lovely lovely poem.
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on January 2, 2003
This is beautiful and the feelings are very real, Tracy
Hope you met him again some time or the other
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Jack
Cheers. Morchuis
Enjoy reading your work again...
This was of the heart and in the heart.
Art perfection."Then one-day I had to say goodbye
we were moving and I started to cry,
you held my hand and wiped my tears dry
then gently kissed my cheek and told me goodbye. "
Happy 2003
Peg
A lovely lovely poem.
Hope you met him again some time or the other
Love from India - Joel -
Amor