Son of a Preacher Man Options

[Eisa]

Son of a Preacher Man

My stomach somersaulted as we met
where the brook tapered to a trickle.
Fingers linked, we sauntered
through tickling grass;
he plucked me a daisy posy.

Horse chestnut crowned the hillock;
we sat beneath its canopy
on a clover patch,
the curved trunk our love-seat back.
Steam trains hissed passed
as we picnicked on cup cakes
and ice cream soda.

Sun blazed; the leafy drapes
eclipsed our first kiss --
eyes open, lips closed,
breaths held until breathless.

In best lemon dress
and cream straw hat, I sat
beside him on dark oak
on Sunday morning.
He looked manly
in grey suit with maroon tie,
hair Brylcreemed back.

His hand brushed mine --
he threw me a shy smile.
I blushed, hoped no one noticed
our heart-hidden romance.
Granny might have guessed,
hawk eyes always watching.

We were love-bug bitten --
a ten year old school girl
and Baptist Preacher’s son
… three years my junior.