Puppy Love

Teenage years are painful On heart and soul and mind. My thoughts escaped to visit Not knowing what I’d find... It all began last summer, Whena childhood friend of mine; (A painful part of growing up)... I thought I’d left behind… He sent to me a letter, And opening it I saw; The author was, and still must be... My reason and the cause. My heart felt like a weapon, A ticking nuclear bomb! “What’s this?” I asked myself . “And where’s it coming from?” Myheart became an anchor It dropped into the sea, Of tears that came so quickly With the flood of memories. It took me back to twelve years old, To pony tails and friendship rings. Sweet Puppy love, school dances, holding hands and sad short flings. It seemed I traveled light years Within a very minute. To a far away place, I now hardly know With not much, but sadness in it. The savor of the loneliness Came back into my soul I 'd, "loved" this boy so very much... He left in me a hole. I snapped back to the present… The years had changed my mind My life is good and happy now So…why did I unwind? Puppy Love at tender years Is difficult somehow. It makes good sense to look back then, And treat it gently now. IlaMae Stucki c March 24, 2010