Me and D were only young
Nine or ten
Sometimes we fell out and I dated R instead
But I always went back to D
He break danced, he was cool and hilarious.
R was smart, good looking but a bit of a bore.
Me and D would ride our bikes to the park
There were massive tree groves
We would duck the branches
Underneath was like a tent, under the leaves.
We would play house and marriage
Sit on cardboard and laugh.
As we grew older
He wanted to do what mom and dad did
I didn't want to.
So we fell out again, I went out with R and watched as
D went to our hideaway with clare,
And Sue, and Jill and... many more.
We drifted apart.
R moved house, too far to keep in touch when you're 11,
Grief shook me hard.
My best friend, T, moved school.
It was tough being a kid!
But I got to admit
D and R are still in my childish heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic realization depicted in the poem. Such experiences are universal. Thanks for sharing.