My First Real Date, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My First Real Date

My First Real Date

There was a welcome mat beneath my feet
A gleaming bright brass knocker on the door
A calming place for visitors to greet
All the signs of being a safe harbor

Here I stand silent admitting defeat
Arms frozen in place unable to knock
Yet my blood is racing can feel the heat
And mouth so dry as if stuffed with a sock

I’m ready to turn and hurry away
When the door swings open to show her smile
I’m now a million pieces of dried clay
She laughed as she swept me into a pile

Thrilled and bewildered that evening was I
Especially when she kissed me goodbye

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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