'Twas in a playground in a school upon a bended birch wing
Adorned with autumn leaves and roots that wring
Amidst the laughing toddlers, swings and sand pits they played in
Be seated a tearful - a sorrowful young maiden.
Noticed by a boy saddened by her tear drop
Reached into his pocket and sweetly offered a lemon drop.
Taken then, and unwrapped cautiously, this treat wrought a smile,
From her pale features like a Peruvian Lilly and goldened hair child.
'Twas all too clear the crowd mocked her doll like complexion
Not swayed by the mood, the boy saw a comparison
To be sure a lemon a drop is plain to see; thought he
Yet within lies a sweetness that eyes cannot see.
As chrysalis to butterfly and flower bud to a blooming rose
Follow the seasons as this friendship grows.
To a time when this now lady fell quite smitten
To an other, a tall, dark and handsome lad - also love bitten
Only to end as quickly as a feather to a breeze
'Twas there he was again to offer a lemon drop, if you please.
Now time has consumed all fortune for this maiden
Frailed and hair withering, by a disease she was laiden.
Seated mournfully nearby Remembering times of yore
Was the lemon drop kid, placing a drop she now bore
"Oh loyal friend why do you always carry a lemon drop or two?"
Replied he, "each drop but a splendor of your sweetness and my love for you."
This is one of those stories that will touch anyone’s heart.
Though the title suggests something else, the story weaved
around it is simply heart warming and very precious. It
really made me want to read till the end and rather then
stopping halfway and that’s how good this poem has been delivered…excellent!
This poem By Mark took me back to my years in senior school.
I was not what you would call one of the "in kids" and certainly not one of the popular ones. However I made a friend all those years ago who has stayed with me as a friend. We have never dated but even now I still think there is a glint.
This poem snapped me back through decades and I do mean decades. That is without a shadow of doubt the skill of the poet.
I have a little smile on my face as a result.
Thank you for rekindling memories and prompting me to message said friend.
The structure and format of the poem are story like and you wish for the next chapter. I hope there are many more to follow.