First Love

Everyone says that my girlfriend Gemma
Is big for her age
And that what we apparently feel for each other
Is only a stage.

But what, when they grumble, I have to agree
Is as plain as day
Is that Gemma tends to throw her big weight about
Every which way.

Once when I showed her a shed in our garden
She climbed on the roof
And then when I wasn’t expecting leapt down like an Amazon.

All of my breath was completely knocked out of me,
All of my puff,
But just to have Gemma landing on top of me
Was enough.

Copyright: from This is the Blackbird (Peterloo, 2007), first published in Hot Air (Hodder, 1996), © John Mole 1996, used by permission of the author

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