I made a random web search the other day and I was quite unexpectedly connected to someone from my past. After some thought, I sat down and penned this little poem. Now, I am no poet, a fact that will become glaringly obvious, but the words just came out of my head this way. So please, be kind while reading it.
If he is out there reading, he will know who is and I hope he will enjoy the trip down memory lane. If he never reads it, the poem can just stand on its own as a tribute to first love, young love and ultimately love that is made to last. I am thankful for my past, even though at times it hurts to remember, I never want to forget it. Because of the lessons I learned early on, I have been privileged to find my true love, my husband of 16 years and the father of my child. The past only makes me appreciate the present more.
Behind The Mask
Is that you there, behind the mask?
Do you ever wish you could go back?
Be who you were again, then, as I remember you now?
Hayrides, boat docks, fun in the sun.
Long walks, longer talks, daydreaming just for fun.
Fall leaves, arts in the heart, football games.
Thanksgiving table spread with love, the air always filled with sweet refrains.
Pound cake on Christmas, thoughtful gifts too.
"Pork Chop" and "Muffin", tuxedos, tents and events just for you
Frog-ladies, jiggetts, bridges falling and softball mits
Finally, seeing first love blown all to bits.
Is that you, behind the mask?
I saw you peeking out and just wanted to say.
Thank you for the memories, and even the price I had to pay.
For without it, my life would have never turned out this way.
I can face my future with a true love this time.
Bring up my daughter to read between the lines.
I will teach her to look further, to test everyone.
Make sure the mask is off before she declares truly that "he" is the one.
So you, there, behind the mask.
I have a great life, it's true.
And after all is said and done, I still hope the same for you.
Is that you there, behind the mask?
Do you ever wish you could go back?
Be who you were again, then, as I remember you now?
Hayrides, boat docks, fun in the sun.
Long walks, longer talks, daydreaming just for fun.
Fall leaves, arts in the heart, football games.
Thanksgiving table spread with love, the air always filled with sweet refrains.
Pound cake on Christmas, thoughtful gifts too.
"Pork Chop" and "Muffin", tuxedos, tents and events just for you
Frog-ladies, jiggetts, bridges falling and softball mits
Finally, seeing first love blown all to bits.
Is that you, behind the mask?
I saw you peeking out and just wanted to say.
Thank you for the memories, and even the price I had to pay.
For without it, my life would have never turned out this way.
I can face my future with a true love this time.
Bring up my daughter to read between the lines.
I will teach her to look further, to test everyone.
Make sure the mask is off before she declares truly that "he" is the one.
So you, there, behind the mask.
I have a great life, it's true.
And after all is said and done, I still hope the same for you.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth." Oscar Wilde
"The past is never dead. It is never even past." William Faulkner
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