Rhoda Tripp Poet Rhyme

Love Letter

In the back of my closet,
high upon the shelf,
there sits an old love letter
that I keep to myself.

Its pages are crumpled,
the edges a tad bit torn.
I can recite his words by memory,
although the writings worn.

He tells of his undying love,
and how we were meant to be.
Our vows whispered at the church,
they were our fantasy.

Like all things, neither tried nor true,
we had to be apart.
A victim of the ages,
he broke my sixth grade heart.

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Line Gauthier February 15, 2018 at 11:26 PM What a lovely poem. Adorable in every way. A definite FAVE for me. Rhoda Tripp February 20, 2018 at 10:39 PM Awww...thank you, Line. I am humbled and appreciative.

Edward Mccall December 21, 2017 at 3:05 PM That is such a cute, sweet poem I love the ending did not expect that. :-) Rhoda Tripp December 21, 2017 at 6:11 PM Thanks, Edward. I appreciate your kindness. I love a good twist at the end.

Pat Adams December 20, 2017 at 4:02 PM Very sweet and probably more prevalent than people (parents) realize. So many things such as this buried in the past. It shows your loving character to keep a special moment like this! Wonderful write and a FAV for me!...........patrick Rhoda Tripp December 21, 2017 at 6:11 PM Awww...thank you so much, Patrick. I'm blessed to have you hear appreciating my sappy moments. Yes, I have them from time to time. Lol.

James Inman December 16, 2017 at 5:14 AM A tender memory Rhoda. I was much too shy in the sixth grade to write letters to girls. Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 6:03 AM Well then, there were probably sixth grade girls that were missing out. :) Thank you for stopping by.

CayCay Godwin December 13, 2017 at 12:19 AM So sweet. Who can't relate! Though in the 6th grade the only 'boy' who interested me was Peter Noone/Hermans Hermits. A precious tidbit with nostalgia flavoring, I liked the poem very much. CayCay CayCay Godwin December 19, 2017 at 8:27 AM Would he look at me? Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 6:00 AM Peter Noone? Hey! Would you look at him now? Lol. Thank you for your kind comments. You are a gem.

John Gondolf December 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM Awe, how sweet that you saved this keepsake, Rhoda. All my seventh grade love letters have long since been destroyed, would love to be able to read them now. I enjoyed your poem this morning. John Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 6:00 AM Undoubtedly! John Gondolf December 13, 2017 at 2:17 PM Hmm, first kiss between the convent and the church...I'm sure the nuns would have had something to say about that...haha Rhoda Tripp December 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM Women always remember those first crushes, maybe because we are pack rats. I also remember first kiss, same young gentlemen in between the convent and the church. I dont know if the kiss was as memorable as the adrenaline rush fear of getting caught Lol. Thank you for your kind comments, John.

Paul Callus December 12, 2017 at 8:48 AM A lovely poem written in rhyme, Rhoda. Young love is beautiful except for any heartache that might come along with it! That's one letter worth keeping...even if you know it by heart:) Regards // paul Rhoda Tripp December 12, 2017 at 12:10 PM It's the innocence...pure bliss. Yes...that one letter...Thanks for your kind heart, Paul.

Kim Rodrigues December 12, 2017 at 8:30 AM Oh how wonderful! I love this! To be so honored in sixth grade! <3 Rhoda Tripp December 12, 2017 at 12:08 PM First kiss, first crush...and so it goes. Thank you for your kind words.

Vijay Pandit December 12, 2017 at 7:21 AM A delightful write..enjoyed reading your sweet poem, Rhoda. Rhoda Tripp December 12, 2017 at 7:37 AM Thank you very much, Vijay. You are so very supportive and I so appreciate you.