Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
Istijlál (Majesty), 15 Ilm (Knowledge), 165 B.E. – Wednesday, October 29, 2008 about 7:41 PM Pacific Time I've been doing a lot of walking lately, so I figured it was time to take a walk down memory lane. In this case all the way back to grade school. I went to grade school in Blackwell, Oklahoma. My first boy friend was named Tommy Joe. We were in the same grade and I don't remember what grade we were in. In fact, the only thing I remember about Tommy Joe is his name. At the time, Tommy Joe was my grade school boy friend. My mother was expecting my youngest brother. My mother let me name the baby and I named him Tommy Joe after my boy friend. My youngest brother is named after a boy friend I can't remember. If I could remember what my first boy friend looked like or anything else about him, I would write a love poem to him. Probably just as well I can't remember him. If I did write a love poem about him, It would be bitter and what man wants to have a bitter love poem written about him. I could change my mind and write a poem about him. It would be nice to remember something more about him then his name. |