Challenge
first kiss
Under the Weeping Willow Tree
The summer I was seven
I took my first air flight
From Los Angeles to Boston
Where my dad would reunite
With long-time college buddies
And their Boston families, too
In a large and lushly landscaped yard
For a Sunday barbeque.
A giant weeping willow tree
With fronds that touched the ground
Was wide enough to hide nine kids
If we barely make a sound.
So, we disappeared beneath the fronds
And played a tackling game
With big kids wrestling big kids
And smaller kids, the same.
I took a liking to a boy
Named Sammy (he was eight)
And the tomboy still within me
Wrestled him with all my weight.
I held him down with arms and legs
Till “Let me up!” he pleaded,
“I’ll give you a kiss if you agree to this.”
One kiss is all I needed.
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