the kiss she missed
"Not now, she said
not here or now",
and so she missed that kiss.
Fourteen she was;
and so in love, a bubbly little miss.
The moon was bright, and street lamps lite,
so this was not the place.
She backed away, and did not
see the pain upon his face.
She knew the kissing rules you see,
and thought she was clever.
She couldn't know that boy would think,
not now, meant not ever.
She loved that boy till the day,
her true love came along.
She married young and dwelled,
on yesterday's sad song.
It matters not at all these days,
she's not fourteen, she's 54.
a grandma now who laughs and loves,
and surely knows the score.
A marriage long and filled with love,
a husband who is dear.
He's never heard her speak those words
"not now sweet love not here."
