My First Love
Introduced by dad
Fifth grade to be exact
You rolled in to my life
Memories of late nights and long days
Tough lessons of patience
How we loved to talk
Feeling alive at every moment
Speaking only perfect English
No one knew what was to come
Started at 8
Inspired by 9
Perfecting our grace
Learning to be one
Dimly lit smoke filled halls
Thinking this was meant to be
But as life was life
We parted after college
Never speaking again
Twenty years later
We cross paths again
A slow courtship at first
English feeling like a second language
Memories slowly returning
As if muscles never forget
The familiar texture of Irish Linen wrap
The comforting feel of two decades ago
Playing one last time
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I entered my first 9 ball competition in 9th grade. That was also the first competition I won. I got bitten by the bug to play one last time. :)
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