Sunday, September 9, 2007

*Memories...

It is a scene of simplicity and sweetness
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…

(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)

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