I was only 7 years old, living with my grandmother when my neighbor's youngest daughter spoke to me first. This story is hilarious, amazing and then sad, I wish I could have had the chance to meet her for our third decade...
young as I am
radiating naivete due to my age
I know I am a boy
and that she is a girl
I remember I wanted us to be friends
and even closer than that
I do not know what drives me to this
only that it is what I want
in a show of affection I push her
-and she pushes back, stained with dirt
and grandma breaks us up
and it was then I got the definition
grandma asks me to bathe
get ready for the marriage, she says
we will take care of the bride-price later
after the girl and I marry
I dash to the bathroom and bathe
I am excited, do I really know why I am this elated?
and I look at the starry eyed girl
innocently unaware of the budding romance
ten years later and I am a young man
it would be as long since I had seen her last
I go looking for her
the old surroundings flooding memories of childhood past
she opens the door, this pretty thing
a woman, and as amazing as I remembered her
quite ignorant of who I am, I reveal myself to her at last
then she remembers me, her awe more than evident as she stares at me
in half-disbelief and pours me tea,
her eyes never off me
dusk comes upon us and I have to leave
having seen her, I am satisfied
and have to go home
yet another ten years pass, and I dream that she has come to me
clothed in white, radiant as the angels
and she bids me goodbye as she turns to light
may God keep her-the innocent romance of my youth
Image by Peter Griffin
http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/browse-author.php?a=296
young as I am
radiating naivete due to my age
I know I am a boy
and that she is a girl
I remember I wanted us to be friends
and even closer than that
I do not know what drives me to this
only that it is what I want
in a show of affection I push her
-and she pushes back, stained with dirt
and grandma breaks us up
and it was then I got the definition
grandma asks me to bathe
get ready for the marriage, she says
we will take care of the bride-price later
after the girl and I marry
I dash to the bathroom and bathe
I am excited, do I really know why I am this elated?
and I look at the starry eyed girl
innocently unaware of the budding romance
ten years later and I am a young man
it would be as long since I had seen her last
I go looking for her
the old surroundings flooding memories of childhood past
she opens the door, this pretty thing
a woman, and as amazing as I remembered her
quite ignorant of who I am, I reveal myself to her at last
then she remembers me, her awe more than evident as she stares at me
in half-disbelief and pours me tea,
her eyes never off me
dusk comes upon us and I have to leave
having seen her, I am satisfied
and have to go home
yet another ten years pass, and I dream that she has come to me
clothed in white, radiant as the angels
and she bids me goodbye as she turns to light
may God keep her-the innocent romance of my youth
Image by Peter Griffin
http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/browse-author.php?a=296
Comments
i am happy you met her when you were 15
i had something similar when i was 7 or so
i wonder if it was a dream...
It does seem like a dream sometimes, maybe because its so pure, innocent and beautiful.
Thanks for your comment Tish.