Treasure Island

Mamie Free

(May 10,1978 / Greenville, Sinoe Country, Liberia.)

When We First Met


With eyes wide open
Stiring into the deep blue sky,
Your first question to me,
What is your name pretty?
I felt like the first time hearing this question.

As you softly held my hand
I got a ship wreck in my belly.
I was scared but joyful.

With my microscopic eyes
I piears through your heart
and drew you close to me.

We sat down for tea and
milkshaked and on the story goes.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, February 06, 2008

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  • JJ Rocks (1/20/2008 1:43:00 AM)

    Nothing can surpass the feeling when you first discover that you're in love.
    I felt the goosebumps. And I hope that your story lasts forever. (Report) Reply

  • John G. Nelson (1/19/2008 11:51:00 AM)

    hi Mamie
    I enjoy your poem 'when we first met.
    those words Just remind me my days stirring in the eyes of someone.
    those feeling you described 're felt when you meet some one for the first time
    especially when you 're in LOVE. thank I like it. (Report) Reply

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