Love Poem: She Was Twenty-Two
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Written by: Caren Krutsinger

She Was Twenty-Two

She was sitting on the steps, with her club at her side
Lighting a cigarette, looking approachable.
I had seen her before, but had not noticed how pretty she was.
She looked up, and I was a goner.
My foursome had not arrived, so I sauntered over to make small talk.

She was twenty-two, a senior at Kansas State.
She had come to golf with friends, but they had not shown yet.
I lit a cigarette and smiled at her as we talked.
She was magnificent because of her confidence and her humility.
I could tell at once she had no idea how pretty she was.

I got her phone number after asking if I could call her some time.
Our foursomes arrived and we began to golf.
It would have felt odd to wave when we passed on the course.
So we nodded to each other.
Sometimes I winked, and she laughed.

I could hardly wait to get home and call her.
My stomach was in knots about it.
She answered on the first ring.
My sisters had told me they would never do that.
It was one of many things I liked about her.