He said, "I think I love you."
My response was intensely joyful,
though a bell tolled in my heart.
though a bell tolled in my heart.
He plucked a blossom off a tree
and offered it to me, his brown eyes
smiling.
"Poor man's orchid," he said.
Too soon, it ended.
Other loves pale in comparison
to first love, so innocent and sweet,
at just fifteen.
smiling-- awww, here's to real first loves! clink-clink!
ReplyDeleteI like "Poor man's orchid." I hope that lovable part of him grew up with him, rather than being laid aside with childhood.
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How tender and warming - like the beautiful feeling of first love is gifted to us in this poem like a freshly picked flower - Jae
ReplyDeleteThat's sweet! :). (Jo)
ReplyDeleteI too love the poor man's orchid.
ReplyDeleteAww, so kind and gentle, and count me in with "poor man's orchid," too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a very sweet poem!
ReplyDelete"Poor man's orchid" - I like that a lot.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you shared this memory with us, Sherry! And thank you for teaching me what a "poor man's orchid" is - what an exquisite flower! 🌸
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