Her Initials
In an old school text—
I remember the day
And her cream sweater and dress.
It was October
A cold and sunny day,
And a strong north wind
Brought a storm our way.
We were sitting beneath an oak
Surrounded by swirling leaves.
She plucked one from my coat
As a future bookmark for me
‘When ever you open this book
You’ll remember this day,’
And with a flourish she wrote
Her initials upon the page.
Now many years have passed
And the leaf has crumbled to dust
Her initials are still plain...
But it’s all that remains of us
Ah the notes in textbooks...As we were downsizing to move south I came across old yearbooks. Such memories. We were so silly back then.
true...but it seemed so intense
o the memories of a first love....
thanks, @alishi
I remember those days well - the thought of the 'one and only' - never will there be someone else
so true...thanks, @anneke :)
That is more than most get ... I have a sand-dollar in a bottle somewhere:) Beautiful write, John:)
I have a sand-dollar too, not that I'll ever get back to the sea again ...maybe :)
Oh, I hope you do:)
Hay recuerdos que se atesoran en la memoria, otros se alojan en páginas, @johngeddes. A veces es un olor, una música, un paisaje que nos hace ver hacia atrás y recordar. En este caso, las iniciales en las páginas de un cuaderno. Aunque ya no queda nada, le regalaste un recuerdo. Genuino texto. Saludos
tan cierto, Nancy ... nada más que las iniciales :)
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