OLD LOVE
Amanda McBroom/Michele Brourman
LATE LAST NOVEMBER THE TELEPHONE RANG.
SHE WAS SWEEPING THE KITCHEN FLOOR.
A VOICE FROM THE PAST SAID,”ARE YOU ANNA JEAN?
DID YOU LIVE IN GREENVILLE IN 1934?”
AND DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST BOY YOU KISSED
OUT BEHIND THE OLD GYM?”
SHE SAID”YOU ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR VERY FIRST BEAU.”
AND HE SAID, “WELL, YOU’RE TALKING TO HIM.”
IT WAS OLD LOVE. OLD LOVE.
SO LONG AGO AND YET.
THROUGH THE TIME AND THE TEARS
AND THE PASSAGE OF YEARS,
SOME THINGS A HEART CAN’T FORGET.
HER HEART SKIPPED A BEAT WHEN HE SAID”CAN WE MEET?
THERE’S SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE TO SEE.
IT’S A PICTURE IN GLASS OF A SECOND GRADE CLASS.
I’M STANDING THERE SMILING WITH YOU NEXT TO ME.”
SHE TURNED HER EYES TO HER OLD GRAND PIANO
WHERE A PICTURE STOOD IN ITS PLACE.
IT WAS OLD .IT WAS WORN. IT WAS FADED AND TORN,
BUT SHE KNEW THE SMILE ON THAT FACE.
IT WAS OLD LOVE. OLD LOVE.
SO LONG AGO AND YET.
THROUGH THE TIME AND THE TEARS
AND THE PASSAGE OF YEARS.
SOME THINGS A HEART CAN’T FORGET.
THEY MET IN THE PARK AND THEY TALKED UNTIL DARK,
TILL THE MOON WAS A GLOW IN THE TREES.
THEN HE TOOK HER HAND AND GOT DOWN ON HIS KNEES
“I’VE GOT TWO QUESTIONS TO ASK IF YOU PLEASE.”
“WOULD YOU CONSIDER BECOMING MY WIFE?
WE BOTH KNOW I’M NOT A YOUNG PUP.”
WHEN SHE SAID, “YES. WHAT’S THE NEXT QUESTION?”
HE SAID “WOULD YOU HELP ME GET UP?”
IT WAS OLD LOVE…OLD LOVE…
SO LONG AGO, AND YET…
THROUGH THE TIME AND THE TEARS
AND THE PASSAGE OF YEARS,
SOME THINGS A HEART CAN’T FORGET
NO SOME THINGS A HEART WON’T FORGET
