My Bonnie gal

Poem seven for April. The poetry month.

                      My Bonnie gal

I returned to Glasgow in late 1979. I was trying to find a memory, a kind memory. In the Spring of 1978, a beautiful Bonnie girl loved me so. She was auburn hair beauty who could make me laugh and smile. I loved looking into her golden brown eyes when she talks of her home Glasgow. She stole my heart and she allowed me into her heart.

Drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey. I wrote to paper.

"Dear Sheena, my kindest love. I am here in Glasgow.

I returned to the old city to remind my heart.

I loved a beautiful Bonnie girl once and

the foolish soldier,

loved war more than love.

Now he wait for no-one.

I told the bartender Paul.

I broke a beautiful Scottish girl heart and

I broke my heart too.

I am here in the city of Glasgow.

Not to find her,

I know she found a true love.

I learn too late.

Only love can hurt like this.

I needed to feel close to her and

in the city of Glasgow.

Once I asked her to marry me in the Winter of 1998.

She smiled and she told me yes.

Please Johnnie, don't break my heart.

I did, break her heart."

Paul looked sad and he told me. Won't you call her and tell her you are here. Our Bonnie girls are kind and she will forgive you. I told him, thank you Paul. She forgave me in the Spring of 1999. I cannot forgive myself. Her kind and sweet voice on the phone, she told me. You were my first love, my first heartbreak. I will remember you my traveling soldier who loved to laugh and drink. Please find something or someone to make you stop running away from everything kind and sweet. I loved you once and I don't love you no-more. A kind man, I have found. Please stay safe my dearest Johnnie. I love you.

I bought me and Paul, a double shot of Johnnie Walker. We touched glasses and I toasted to Sheena, the beautiful Bonnie gal in Glasgow.

Coyote

Author's Note

Poem seven, done.

Reviews

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Scotland, a beautiful place I have been to myself. Where there was love, it will not be forgotten. Not all love affairs work out and for many reasons. I loved this story of returning to Glasgow to be near your Sheena again, even though the situation was too late to change. Memories can be powerful, going back to places which were once special, even more so. Nicely conveyed Coyote. A touching read my friend.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. We will can return but no take-backs. I loved Scotland too.

[Sherri Moshman Paganos]

This was a touching story, the tale of your "Bonnie girl" and your sense of regret that comes through so nicely "the foolish soldier loved war more than love." Enjoyed it a lot.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Sherri for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... you are an Epic Writer of Love...
A treasure chest of moments of true passion.
gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Coyote! :)
This is a touching story and tribute. I know this feeling; the ache of the memory is comforting. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Us, who love to write. We like to swim in old places.

[Poetic Beauty]

There is beauty in love and travels even if they don’t last. I have a few found memories of past lovers but I have only one that I dream about frequently and can’t seem to get the love to fade. I write about him often. I’m fortunate to be friends with him across the miles.

[Coyote Poetry]

Our first true love. They stay with us. If we are lucky. We become wiser. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Poetic Beauty]

My first true love has stuck with me but this one is different; this one is my equal, my grounding force. We know each other better than we know ourselves. This one is my soulmate and I’ve known it since the day I met him. Complicated story