Memories and Questions
Steve Joos
[steve.joos@thewritegallery.com]
So tell me about her.
She was a sweet young girl
with short brown hair
and wide blue eyes,
the other little boys thought
she was a dog, but I thought
she was a princess.
Did she know?
Oh yes, she knew.
She knew when she blinked
at me behind the teacher's back,
when she told me she was my friend
when I thought there were none.
Where did she go?
I wish I knew.
She was near, but I was shy.
Never could I say what I should...
Why are you crying?
Crying?
I'm not crying,
it's just something in my eye.
Poem © 1985 Steve Joos, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
Originally published in P.S. My Heart Belongs to You, Florida:PSB Publications (1985)
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This is a conversational-style poem in which the poet reflects on his first love. Despite his
denials in the last line, he still cries out for her and yearns for her. Yes, there was a girl like
this in my life and yes, those are my emotions.
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