The first time I took a breath in this world
The first time I opened my eyes to see your face
The first time I held an autumn leaf, turning colours as it whirled to the ground
The first time I held your hand
The first time I saw the mountains of snow
And the first time I fell to the snow and made an angel
All that happiness spread out under my body.
The first time I dreamed and woke up remembering what I dreamed about
The first time I baked in the kitchen with Mom and laughed in the flour drifting
The first time we moved over seas and started up a whole new life
The first time I felt my heart twist with my first disappointment
The first time I cried in the rain and let it soak me, through.
The first time I felt your presence touch me so deep I knew you were real
The first time I climbed up the mountain and the sunset colours
Poured over us in the waterfall of clouds, orange, pink, gold.
There is a first time for everything.
And when I woke up this morning, I had that kind of First Time Feeling
That everything that feels old and stale, is going to have a chance
To feel First Time
Again.
What a beautiful peom. I enjoyed reading it. (visiting from FMF)
ReplyDeleteThank you Colline!
DeleteYou expressed those "first times" so well. Welcome to a day of openhearted first times.
ReplyDeleteThank you BusyB, I receive that openheartedly :-)
DeleteBeautiful. I love this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sylvia!
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