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 =============== 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. :) ===============