To Judith 1948-1993. Poem by Terry Collett

That first time I saw you
on the school coach, my
first day at a new school
in 1962, you at the front
with your sister, eyeing
me with your bright eyes
and that engaging smile.

That first kiss while carol
singing with the church,
under the shining moon
and bright stars, me just
14 you 13, lips pressed
on lips and none saw.

The time we lay down
in the tall grass that hot
summer, school ended,
and talked and kissed.

We parted you went your
way and I mine, saw you
now and then, still your
bright eyes and that smile.

Your brother stopped me
in 1993, said you had died
from cancer, knew I loved
you those years ago, spoke
softly of you. Gone now,
just memories of then, and
those kisses and firm holds,
counting the years, and how
in the end it all closes and folds.