When Patricia sent me this poem, I knew right away that I wanted to post it on my website. When she agreed, I was very happy to have a poem relating to specific New Jersey places. I think this poem has a "New Jersey appeal" as well as mass appeal. Please write and let me know what you think of it. - poetheart 02/09/02
Meet me under the football bleachers
Where you stole the first kiss from my lips
I'll hold your hands right under the stands
Like our Howell High days of bliss.
Greet me at Jersey Freeze
By the Mall on the edge of town
I'll share my cone and tell you to phone
Whenever you're feeling down.
Be there at the club near Belmar's bridge
I'll hold you and sway with the band
Please ask me to dance, is there still a chance?
Meet me, so I know where I stand.
Let's rendezvous at Turkey Swamp Park
At the elm where we carved the heart
We'll find intertwined initials combined
Where we promised that we'd never part.
Go to the little old chapel in Allaire's pebbled lane
Near the roses by the white-washed gate
Where I dreamed we'd be marrying, and your child carrying
But just never set the date.
Come to that bench all painted and peeling
On the mulched hillside with the ducks on the lake
Where you broke my heart and had to part
Because you said there was too much was at stake.
Be at the jetty on Manasquan Beach
On the rock where I tearfully sit and see
How this wishfully wonderful reunion meeting
Was never quite meant to be.
Meet me some day, in heaven, I pray
For our lives here on earth can be odd
And angels like us, who keep missing the bus
Get our chance to meet when we meet God.
by Patricia Lynn