First Love
The most
unforgettable love
is always the first.
It
catches you unaware and leaves
you with an unquenchable
thirst.
My first love was no
different
when my eyes first
saw his face
after running
an errand
which put our paths in
place.
We
were young and in love
and we
always believed
we would be
together again
when he came home
on leave.
Oh, how I lived
for weekly letters
from
my Marine across the sea.
Then one day I
received a letter
from him marked "postage
free".
Fear gripped
me inside
as I knew he was
in Vietnam
which placed him in harms way
in a
dangerous fighting land.
Only three months before
the day we were
to be wed
his plane
crashed into a mountainside
with all aboard declared
dead.
My life went
on and I loved again
and though it
has been years
I still think of him at
times
and shed my silent
tears.
Poem by Carol
Barton
Copyrighted 2002
~ Carol Barton