We were Romeo and Juliette,
without a need for Shakespeare,
we had our moms to interfere.
Both, and my foolish pride,
left nothing more to write.
First Love
12 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Poems in English IV, Poetry
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Maryanne Pale said:
Hi Francina, your words speaks volumes. I love this piece xox
Francina said:
Thank you, Maryanne, your lovely comment is much appreciated by me! Ciao, Francina xox
lostupabove said:
Well done, Francina. So much said with so few words, you are one of the great! I don’t need my mum to interfere, I mess it up myself!
Veel liefs, Steph xxx
Francina said:
Thanks you, Steph! hearts are fickle . me think…
Veel liefs, Francina xxx
The right mood said:
I like it! mom&pride what a tasty mix for a love story
Francina said:
Thank you, Laura
Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet said:
Francina, very nice poem!
Francina said:
Thank you, Wendell
neil said:
‘Moms’ are dangerous, yes? Love the poem
Francina said:
some for sure are, Neil.. Thanks!
xandimusic said:
Oh, that’s a moving short poem. Great!
Greetings,
xandi
Francina said:
Thank you, Xandi
granbee said:
Ah, yes, those chaperoning moms! Perfect lead up this week to Mother’s Day!
Francina said:
yes, those moms indeed . Thank you, Rose , for your ongoing support!
Ciao, Francina
lscotthoughts said:
Oh, loved this, Francina, albeit a little sad, but I liked “we had our moms to interfere” Clever!
Francina said:
Thank you, Lauren. those things were very normal in my time and days , sadly enough… and I’m happy that you saw why I used interfere
. Ciao, Francina xxx