Puppy Love Poem by Liam ó Comáin

In my teens
as I knelt in prayer
your presence drew
my attention
from the Tabernacle.

Your small auburn head
beneath a silk scarf
became my focus.

At Communion I followed
your walk, feeling a pull
within my breast,
and as you returned
I drank your beauty,
your innocence,
your presence...

I wonder where
you are now
as I peruse decades
prior to the winter
of my life.You who
once distracted me
at the Eucharist.