Friday, December 6, 2013

The First

That first Santa surprise
The first of your many white lies.
The first chalk dust on your shirt,
Your first gold searching in the dirt.
That first kitchen experiment gone wrong,
The first wet-haired bathroom song.
Those first bouts of envy green,
Skin wounds and hurt unseen.
The first five days' mood swings
The first spring shower that love brings.
This is not the last poem I would write for you,
Wanting to be,
The first of your everything,
The first of your everyone.