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FIRST DATE by Sheri Lindner


There are moments when we stand almost suspended in time…

… when we hold a silken cord that binds us to the past and connects us to a time that lies ahead, as yet unseen. 

Writing this poem was such a moment, as memory rushed in, of a time of quiet, pure sweetness one ordinary afternoon that imprinted itself on my heart, making that afternoon something far more than ordinary.   

The love that floated between us, like the steam rising from our hot chocolates, traveled the years, transforming with each place it touched. 

And now when that love is a gift to someone else, there is the silken cord, each fiber spun and strengthened by love, that I still hold.

First Date

You don’t remember our first date
but I do, you
in that kelly cabled sweater
that made your hazel eyes
as green as new clover.
We stroll through town,
find ourselves
at the corner European patisserie
nearly empty at this hour.
Across from each other
at a small round table,
there is nothing
pressing we have
to do this fine afternoon but
sip hot chocolate
and blot each other’s
whipped cream moustaches.
After, we stroll some more
until you tell me urgently
that you have to go.
There is no choice, nowhere to turn
but to duck around the next corner
and just go.
The cop does not have a sense of humor
and I’m guessing no small son
who has just shed his diapers
and drunk too much
on his first date with his mom.
Today you asked
her the question,
gave her the ring,
and I, who was her place holder,
remember that first date
that took up quiet residence
in your cells
and in mine.
                           
                                      October 14, 2010
Pictured is the author's son on his wedding day~




Sheri Lindner, Ph.D., a former teacher of English, and currently a clinical psychologist, is also a poet and essayist interested in the processes of development and maturation as they are reflected in Biblical stories and children’s literature.  Her writings have appeared in Jewish Currents, The Reconstructionist, Reconstructionism Today, Kerem, Jewish Women's Literary Annual, Poetica, Performance Poets Association Literary Review, Matzoh Ball Soup, Soul-Lit, The Ritual Well, and The New York Times.





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