Once In A Blue Moon

Once In A Blue Moon

A Poem by Mirajane Strauss

I was but five and a half

When you moved in next door

With that bounce to your step

What could I have wanted more?  


We blew dandelions and jumped

Over long wooden fences 

I remember bandaging your 

Splinters sitting on park benches


Time flew and you became 

The best in our year

But you never left me behind

A friendship none could tear


I graduated high school 

With honours and you 

So when you left for college

I caught the kiss you blew


Then I finally understood 

The reason to our meeting

But seeing your escort home

Felt harsher than a beating


I still claim he didn't deserve 

Pure gold such as you

Yet you were happy and seeing

You delighted my heart flew


I watched you get married 

Though then I held no grudge

And when my turn came later 

From the seat you didn't budge


Soon you and I fell apart 

And my first son was born 

We were a happy family 

With almost nothing to mourn 


Now I am called Grandpa by three

Who tug my long gray beard

And you're happy in your home 

Maybe a bit more than feared 


You are now busy 

With your family of nine

With lively children who

Jump the same fences as mine


You walk down the street with

your shawl; I am fine

But I was your first love

And you were mine


So let the world hear though

Our love ended too soon 

Oh Annie, say you remember me

At least, once in a blue moon

© 2019 Mirajane Strauss


Author's Note

Mirajane Strauss
We can't forget our first loves, can we?

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Was a great read! Really quite a food for thought! I wonder if you’ll write a poem dedicated to me too!!

A “friend” who wishes you’d notice him.

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Added on November 8, 2019
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Tags: Love, Life, Lessons, Bliss

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Mirajane Strauss
Mirajane Strauss

Charleston, SC



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