SWEET SIXTEEN
Sixteen is a good age,
if you’re dating someone handsome
with a nice car.
Someone who takes you
for pizza and Chinese food,
and teaches you the intricacies
of jitterbugging:
who walks with you
along a moonlit lakefront path
holding your small hand
in his larger one,
who kisses you and
makes you feel
loved and beautiful.
Even now so many years
after we followed
our separate destinies,
moments of remembrance
brush my memory and
I am sixteen again, and
he is seventeen and
very handsome.
