First Love Poem by John F. McCullagh

First Love



There are loves that are inseparable,
loves that never leave.
Loves that can define us
This much I do believe.
I remember well my own first “love”.
A Love I brought to bed.
I brought along a flashlight too
To discern the words Love said.
When all my family was asleep
from my pillow I’d retrieve
My treasure from the Library
And I’d begin to read.
That was my first chapter book,
A mystery, I recall.
Of all the words I’ve read or writ
It was the start of all.
I like to find that book again
and hold in one more time.-
and in the touch and smell of it
Recall a simpler time.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In my case it was 'The Mystery of the Wooden Indian' by Elizabeth Holness in 1958
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 24 May 2013

Of course a love that too first love and with the book lovely one

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