In love for the very first time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Feeling the passion of love at a young age is as real as it is at 80

Submitted: September 22, 2007

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In Love for the Very First Time

As I walked down the block in the cool of the evening I could hear voices singing Christmas carols in the distance. The memories took me back to a childhood of laughter, joy and first love.

Walking hand in hand, singing joy to the world; oh what a glorious time it was. The lights glittering on the windows and the moon glistening on the snow. You could see the frost come from your mouth as you breathed. The chill of the night setting into your bones. But the pleasure of your voice uplifted and the spirit of which you sang kept you heart warm inside.

The joy of first love, the hand holding and the butterflies and whishing your time together would never end. The first kiss on the porch as a wishing star goes shooting by; you make the wish your love will never die.

Days come and go and the spirit to which brought all mankind together seems to fade away. The people smiles and sharing spirits of Christmas, giving and caring, helping one another ceases to exsist.Famlies to which once were close at Christmas time fades back into their own worlds. The love seems to be just a one day thing, once a year to say we care.

The soul of a child lost in the world, an empty face without any love. The parent hold the babe in the doorway, wrapped in a old tattered blanket trying to keep them both warm, feeding them bits of scraps they got from the alley trash bin.

The child's body lays sickly or broken and battered, helpless and still aching only for a little love, a real love that can never die. Love a food to the soul, the strength to carry on and to survive.

These are the strengths I have inside, to take these babes and hold them tight, to give them the love I hold inside. To belong and to give this is my plea. The love of feeling, touching and giving. Being willing just to sit and listen, to respect and except as they except me. To give freely without any pain. To forgive and give the caring I have within my heart.

To touch and belong for this I'd gladly give. To hold and brighten a dark and lonely night, to be a candle along one's way. Like a child I do love and survive, like a child I do strive to give. Eager to share whatever is within me.

Open your heart, do not deny, and let my caring brighten your life. Share the joys, sadness and days. Be what you are and really care I pray.

Written By

Diane L. McAuley 7-2007


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