To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

Sugar and spice and everything nice, a nursery rhyme once said.

It may have been my kindergarten teacher who recited it as my very first kiss was with my very best friend.

The years between and we grew to women, life changed and feminine found a new meaning.

From the halls of our all girls dorm Galloway to the dressing rooms of cabarets

Sorry to quote the cliche but baby you’ve come a long way.

A shoulder to lean on, a supportive face in the crowd, nights on end we boogied down.

The memories in my mind have defied the test of time; honey dripping smiles, and smooth skin for miles. Vanilla and musk and dancing until the sun came up. Cocktail hours and laughs that lasted longer, with a sly grin knowing the mischief we were about to get in, the memory never falters.

Just as we grew from girls to women, the world took a turn and in my mind is the only place some of them live.

Some have gone to peer down from the skies, some live away many miles and some are there at the drop of the dime. No matter which category they are in, they dance in my memory until fate brings us together again.