I remember the evening I went to your grandfather’s house
To meet with him for the first time in the living room
Never did I imagined I’ll meet you there too.
I remember that young girl leaning against the living room door
Curiously staring at us as we talked and enjoyed our conversation.
I remember you, very young, skimpily dressed just standing there.
I remember you then, how you were transformed from a little girl to a
Very pretty young lady. I remember, indelibly in my mind is the image
Of you, I will always remember.
I remember you my love and God is my witness I will never forget you
Because etched in deepest crevices of my heart the image of the pretty
girl lives in my memory, I will always remember...
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I sat down to write a poem. After doing some research, I started to write a poem in anaphora style. This short poem captivated my mind and I led it out.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
This hits home for me. Great write R ; )
Thank you AP.
You're very welcome. ; )
Great poem Roberto, well done!
Thank you Fred.
Nice poem Roberto. Even if it was more a creation than a heart liberation it is very well put together. I could see the girl standing at the door.
Thank you malu for your comment. Be blessed!
Malu, this is actually how I met my wife roughly 40 years sgo.
So well crafted - super work.
Very good write RR.
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