We held hands <br /> while ice skating. <br /> We experimented <br /> with kisses. <br /> His full lips <br /> were pleasant on mine. <br /> He rode a bicycle <br /> for over a mile, <br /> from his home to mine. <br /> He became a soldier. <br /> I snapped his picture <br /> in his Army uniform. <br /> Fifty years later, <br /> the picture was published <br /> with my 1944 memoirs article. <br /> Ernest Eichhorn died <br /> on D-Day, June 6, 1944, <br /> on Normandy's shores. <br /> I'm left to relate <br /> the tale of young love. <br /> Innocent we were -- <br /> holding hands, <br /> ice skating, <br /> and kissing.<br /><br />Gladys Henderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-first-love-2/
