Firsts
By Rich Reith
He sits remembering his first kiss,
So soft and warm and new.
His first love, her first touch,
He is remembering others, too.
But your first love is a memory
That adheres to you like glue,
Bringing joy and a sense of peace
Remembering others cannot do.
But that first touch of eternity,
Brings life into clearer view,
And remembering others clarifies
The wonder of life for you.
So lovingly remember all your “firsts,”
That have become a part of you.
For remembering others will edify,
But “Firsts” taste like morning dew.
Copyright © May 29, 2007 by Rich Reith, all rights reserved.
By Rich Reith
He sits remembering his first kiss,
So soft and warm and new.
His first love, her first touch,
He is remembering others, too.
But your first love is a memory
That adheres to you like glue,
Bringing joy and a sense of peace
Remembering others cannot do.
- And he remembers his first child,
The emotions he couldn’t subdue.
New life, new world, new everything.
And sits remembering the others, too.
But that first touch of eternity,
Brings life into clearer view,
And remembering others clarifies
The wonder of life for you.
So lovingly remember all your “firsts,”
That have become a part of you.
For remembering others will edify,
But “Firsts” taste like morning dew.
Copyright © May 29, 2007 by Rich Reith, all rights reserved.
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