First Love

First Love...By Jondee

We met on a warm Summer day.
You were young and pretty.
I was walking behind you,
saying things light and witty.

You turned to me and smiled.
I have a chance I thought.
You surely seemed interested.
Was this my vanity or not?

We talked for some minutes.
I found you very nice.
I wanted to see you again.
More than once or twice.

You told me where you lived.
Near my home close by.
Across the open schoolyard.
I was truly a lucky guy.

We could wave to eachother.
And we did on many days.
I liked you quite a lot by then.
You had such pleasant ways.

On our first date I thought
there could be no other.
But I was very wrong.
There was always your Mother.

We walked to the park,
and settled by the lake.
Along came your Mama,
her daughter to take.

Why would she do this,
with the Sun high and bright?
I suggested that you go
so as to avoid a fight.

But no matter what happened,
I liked you quite a bit.
If your Mama didn't agree,
she would have a hissy fit.

In a short while our fondness grew.
It blossomed into something more.
I felt so very much for you.
You had touched my heart's core.

But not all was that good.
Bad news was to come.
I would shortly lose you,
but not because of your Mom.

Your family only stopped by
on it's way to the USA.
That was very sad to learn.
It was not a good day.

We had a year and a half,
for we two to be together.
It wasn't very long,
but things would get better.

We made the best of it.
It was something good we had.
Let the two of us be happy,
and not become too sad.

A year and a half passed.
Your time to go was here.
But we had a plan for us,
and nothing more to fear.

We smiled as we parted,
one morning in September.
We both were excited as
I would follow in November.

We then spent months together,
in the sunny southern clime.
We were so very happy,
but then again, it was time.

Things did not go as planned.
I now had to leave.
We parted at the station,
where I watched you grieve.

You were to come with me,
but your Mom wanted more time.
I thought that couldn't be,
so I had to leave you behind.

We kept in touch for a year,
but no plans did we make.
So now I wanted a new life.
That's why I started to date.

I wrote and broke the news.
I had found another mate.
Only now did you come back.
By then it was too late.

We talked again only once,
but now it was over and done.
You had waited far too long.
I had found another one.

Now years had passed.
I found you once more.
But little did I know,
the unhappiness in store.

You answered my letter,
and wished me well.
You were glad we made contact.
I thought that was swell.

But you wrote no more.
Then I once again tried.
Suddenly your friend phoned,
and told me....you had died.

Oh, how my heart ached,
with this very sad news.
Never to see you again,
would surely leave a bruise.

You're at peace now,
perhaps waiting for me.
Will we ever meet again?
We can only wait and see.

I'll miss you my Sweet,
as you rest high above.
I'll think of you forever...
my very first love.

J.D