POEM 17
Seventeen, a age when you think you know it all
the age when your older, you most recall.
in fact there are songs about these days
But, it’s not in the same way.
Like remembering your first boyfriend
The first words he spoke to you and grinned.
The entry in a diary that really mattered
your mind so consumed with love it seemed scattered.
each moment a precious memory.
Though your dad would like to bring in the cavalry.
It doesn't matter to you
because you and his love is true.
A few years later unbeknownst to all
He bends on his knees and makes the call.
What was that, he asked
Yes, you say, imaging, the union's mass.
#NaPoWriMo2012
Blessings , I believe in God, Christ, Life and LOVE ~Leah
