sweetheart innocents
sketch by
walt larsen
I met dearest
Donna in the fall
of 1942
when
first grade
was starting,
'n not
long
before
I became afraid
of pretty maids
of early years.
Donna
let me put
my skinny arm
around her
shoulder
every day,
and to kiss
her on the
cheek quite
often
as we walked
along
so happily
past a boulder
and through the
orange groves
on the way
to home
from school.
A silly fool,
or was I
as I
thought
that
I knew
the rules
of romance
as we tarried
time
and time
again
within the
coolness of
the trees
of golden
fruit,
and of dodging
falling leaves
along the
path of
no return?
Sweetheart
innocents
of a long
time ago
as the years
go~~~~,
and now
isn't it
strange
that I later
named
my eldest
daughter
'DONNA?'
VALDEMART
By walt christian larsen
© 2008 walt christian larsen
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