By Rick Williams
When I was small I started school;
Kindergarten was the grade.
I thought that it was oh so cool;
We learned, and laughed, and played.
There was a special little girl
whose red hair caught my eye;
I must have thought her wonderful,
but likely knew not why.
I'm sure I turned on all my charms,
and you know how kids can be--
I probably just punched her arm
and ran away with glee.
All the grades from K through six
our classrooms were the same.
All our art and projects too;
along with songs and games.
At the end of our grade six
my family moved away.
Time went by and life went on;
She went missing on that day.
In high school I thought I saw her once,
but she didn't ring a bell.
I remember that she caught my eye,
but who? I couldn't tell.
Many years went flying by;
relationships came and went.
I never forgot about that red-haired girl
as I searched reunion events.
The details of our own reunion--
I'll spare you at this time,
but let me just say this one thing:
We're married and she's mine!
