Oakland, Or, USA
You were my first love.
We met at a party,
On All Hallows Eve.
You crashed it with my cousin and some friends.
We played spin the bottle and danced.
You asked if I wanted to walk out to the barn?
I said, "Sure!" You had a whole other idea,
But all you got was a walk out to the barn!
So you asked if you could take me out sometime?
I told you you'd have to ask my mom.
I introduced you.....
You were 21 and I was 15.....
Mom said it was fine.....
I was dumbfounded!
But within six months (by then I was 16),
Mom had decided you were too old for me;
And that wasn't cool at all.
You and I had already discussed our future together.
But Mom insisted, she was going to keep us apart;
Even if she had to have you thrown in jail to do it.
So you and I talked and then I cried.
We both knew you had to go away. You looked at me and said,
"You'll be 18 in 2 years, right? I'll see you in 2 years!"
Then you kissed me and were gone.
All those night I dreamed of you,
I could feel your hands on me and taste your kisses.
Then I'd wake up and miss you that much more.
Those 2 years dragged by.
Then one afternoon, the phone rang.
I answered and it was you:
"I told you I'd come back, I'm about 5 minutes away from you.
I'll be right there, I've missed you so much!"
And here we are, My Love, 29 years later.
A very happy ending for a not so happy beginning!
Sharon Lee Rotondi