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Re-posted from my ’60’s blog: Summers of Love

(From 1965 – age 18)

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This wasn’t what she had in mind,

she’d meant to keep his feelings light,

she hadn’t meant for him to fall,

in fact she never dreamed he might.

But then he said that heavy word

that stunned and made her want to flee

and when he asked her how she felt

no words would come, she wanted free.

She knew the fault was in her self

not to have seen the tenderness

that shined so deeply from his eyes

and spoke of more than friendliness.

If only she had heard his sighs

or felt his pulse beneath her touch

she might have realized weeks ago

his feelings had become too much.

Sparks that should have been snuffed out

had turned to flames within his heart,

she saw the glow and didn’t know

why she’d allowed his love to start.

This wasn’t what I had in mind,

her thoughts were pleading silently

but while her reasoning rebelled

her heart was pounding happily.

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(c) 1965, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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Faded pencil drawing (c) 1965, 2015

(I was never an artist – poor guy doesn’t have any elbows.

And he’s standing on her toes!)

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(Written in 1963 – age 16)

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Who am I, walking this earth

with my average looks and birth?

What am I doing here?

Do I deserve to be so near

to the beauty of grass and flowers

with my lowly, finite powers?

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Where do I stand in God’s home?

Was I put here to write poem after poem?

Why am I standing so small

in universes containing all?

When am I – near the end of time?

Or are we humans far behind?

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Will time and space ever rot,

or won’t the two ever stop?

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© 1963, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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(Re-posted from my 1960’s blog:  Summers of Love

Bad poetry, but same old questions….)

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