Scent of spring in the air as I drove the highway south. <br /> Patches of fresh cut grass and apple blossoms caught me reminiscing to my youth. <br /> <br /> She baked the cookies with loving care and sold them with smile. <br /> I sat nearby sipping my steaming brew and watched her for awhile. <br /> <br /> Such a sweetness and vivaciousness with everyone that came by, <br /> And in a caught up moment she was holding a young mother's babe. <br /> <br /> Peering over my newspaper, suddenly Sugar Plum's eyes caught mine. <br /> With an exhilarated sigh, I lowered my eyes and my heart began to race. <br /> <br /> I ask her for when at the days end; if she would go for a walk with me. <br /> She readily agreed to my amaze and I felt a tingling in my knees. <br /> <br /> We strolled the park and fed the ducks and then it started to rain. <br /> Standing dwarfed under an ageing oak, I watched a single drop <br /> Fall slowly and lovingly from her wet blond curls. <br /> <br /> Our eyes met again and I kissed her on the cheek, and yet only half my age. <br /> If I could freeze this moment in time, I will never turn another page. <br /> <br /> But past memories told and reality holds, and to Sugar Plum I must say goodbye. <br /> A lesson to learn and now to discern; don't give away what your heart won't deny. <br /> <br /> In days ahead and for many reasons I must refrain and always be brave, <br /> But one thing's for certain, before I close life's curtain. <br /> I'll take this celestial memory to my grave.<br /><br />Allen T. Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sugar-plum/
