Honea Path, SC USA
ROFL@Balladeer. Gee, thanks! And here I thought I had touched him with my words. You had to burst my bubble, didn't you?
hsystems, sounds like this was a painful trip down memory lane for you. Sometimes it's only when we look at where we started that we truly see how far we've come.
butterflies_don't_cry, thank you. This was (as you guys probably guessed) originally written for my first love, but as I recalled the poem and typed it up, it occurred to me that it also applies to my mother (who died when I was very young).