Posters – Skirtingroundmylife

On the day my first love turns 60 I write this poem for Donny Osmond. Trust me I have a lot to thank him for and I still smile when I think of him even now. I’ve given it the title First Crush I hope you enjoy the read.

Happy Birthday Donny X

First Crush.

From the moment that puppy love topped the charts

a teenage singer stole my heart

I was 11 and easy made blush

he was my hero my first real crush

I joined the fan club and got teased

I dreamed when I watched him on TV

he helped me be the girl I became

I smiled every time I heard his name

he was my poster boy forever

the love of my life till the twelfth of never

except he wasn’t, times move on

but still I remember days long gone

these were the days before my teens

I recall songs and magazines

and even now I still blush

when I think of Donny my gorgeous first crush

On Tuesday night I heard of the death of former singer and teen idol David Cassidy aged 67. Now before some younger readers ask who is David Cassidy I should perhaps advise them to ask their mum’s aunts or in some cases grannies and they will soon inform you as to who he is and why he merits a memorial poem on this blog. You see back in the early to mid 1970’s David Cassidy was along with my own dream boyfriend , the gorgeous Donny Osmond the biggest teen sensation in the world and his posters adorned millions of bedroom walls. Though as I’ve already hinted, mine was reserved for Donny. That said I did have an occasional glance at a star who certainly brightened up many a girl’s day and trust me he was a bit of a looker and I did like most of his songs. So it is perhaps not too surprising that I should feel just a tinge of sadness at his passing and I have written this poem in his memory and titled it The Face Of 73. I hope you enjoy the read.

The Face Of 73

Centrefold in my teen magazines

a daydreamer taught me how to dream

73 was some kind of a summer

you asked me could it be forever

you showed the mask which hides the clown

with a voice that made for easy listening

and always easy on the eye

you’d a gorgeous smile and lips worth kissing

The boy next door with a bit more spark

eventually your star would fade

though songs still echoed in the stillness

whenever thoughts turned to memories made

of carefree days and secret crushes

as I meet again the younger me

with one last kiss, and a final encore

I cherish the face of 73