Coaxed To Grow

Coaxed to Grow Oh, how wonderfully innocent and juvenile, 'twas for me. You, scooting surreptitiously. closer and closer to me. Like a soft, gentle caterpillar, slithering and smiling, Making its way home in the still of the night. I clutched my lovely, flowered handkerchief. Then my gold cross with a sparkling aqua gem upon it. Really, wanting to not say, no. My blue eyed Tommy boy. In the Elmwood Park Spring we were about to kiss. Fireflies came to celebrate this celebratory bliss. When we were moving beyond flirtation. It was as though heaven were sending particles of stars, To bless the softness of this sacred night. Of huge elm tress, your strong arms about me. Finally, those soft, tender lips. There in God's silent moonlight, One of my first teenage kisses, did alight. 10/22/2020 Poem 4