One afternoon beneath a tree,
my age no more than twenty-three,
‘pon Mary’s supple, soft red cheek
I placed a kiss that made me weak.
In me, her charms endowed romance
with ev’ry quick, flirtatious glance.
At every turn of every stroll,
a kiss from her I gladly stole.
As years elapsed, we merged with fun;
then, traded vows … we had a son.
I saw our young man’s growing drive,
bestowed by life to make men thrive.
And then, one day at twenty-three,
a girl he kissed beneath a tree.
I need not share what follows next,
it parallels my prior text.
I only hope when we’ve grown old,
our legacy will thus be told …
“The girls we’d kissed beneath a tree,
made all live very happily.”







Brilliant.
I appreciate the comment, Thomas. Thank you.
hello dearest Tim I love the rhythm and content of this write beautiful 💕
Thank you Crimson. :))
Beautifully penned, Tim. Truly an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much, Damian.