Young at Heart
Stories from my youth
They're almost true
Three o’clock in the morning
He woke up, quickly out of bed
He’s ready, though still yawning
To go to mass, with eyes so red
For it’s nine days till Christmas
And Misa de Gallo had started;
At break of dawn he went to mass
Praised God; and saw his beloved
He sat close to her in the choir
Often stealing quick glances
For his young mind’s full of desire
While his lovelorn heart dances!
At the end of mass, he tarried
Close to the rice cake stand
To wait for her as she hurried
Home; hoping to hold her hand
And this he did for nine days
That culminated on Christmas Eve;
Each day, he welcomed the sun’s rays
And saw her; his heartache to relieve
A sincere hello; a quiet handshake
A knowing look; the brightest smile
That’s all his heart could take;
A heart of thirteen in a short while
And he walked her home in silence
From church, just two blocks away
He prayed it gave him the license
To be her boyfriend, each and every day!
04-04-2016
F Aparici
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