The Old Faded Rose

While looking through my special papers box
I found an old plastic bag.
As soon as I saw the old bag
I knew what it contained.
It held a part of my life,
A part of a boy that was becoming a man.
Just bits and pieces now
Of what was a summer nights rose
From a date back in May 73.
As I look at the pieces of the rose now, 
I think of how young we were, 
Our life’s were just beginning.
Love to us was holding hands and
Maybe a good night kiss
When she would walk me out to my car.
I’m glad I saved the rose from that night for
When I held the rose I could remember the laughter,
Remember the warmth of her hands and
Remember the smile on her face.
Most of all I remember the feeling of being with that
First someone special.
What ever happen to this special person?
I know not what happen or where she went, but
 I’ll always remember that first date and this little rose.

Charles W. lee
December 28, 2002

I guess in a way we never forget our first love, no matter what age we were.  The little rose has been stuck back hidden for so many years.  One may ask 'Why keep something like that?'  Well I guess it's just one of those memories we just can't stand to part with.  It's just a footnote in the journal  of my life now.  A memory of an innocent time, of being young, a time of First Love.
Just a single little rose that we covered with candle wax that night so long ago.  I guess the Rose was just waiting for today so it's story could be told.