Cherish The Most

A poem about memories....

Cherish the "firsts,"

We're always told.

Not little for long,

to be able to hold.

First steps and words,

laugh and smile,

For they're only so little,

for a little while.

I'll remember the "firsts,"

and love them so,

but cherishing the "most,"

Is the way to go.

The most they laughed,

the most they played,

that time when they most,

before bed prayed.

How hard was that laughter?

what game did they play?

what caused them to talk,

to God that day?

Was it a ticklish spot,

they'll have forever?

Was it a game of pretend,

you played together?

Were they making a wish?

Was it like talking to a friend?

Were they asking for angels,

with shields to defend?

Yes "firsts" are important,

but the "most" is what lasts.

When we're one day thinking,

of those beautiful pasts.

Author's Note

Came up with this poem after playing with my children one night. A sweet read, so I hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

An excellent poem with some articulated points.

[Hi]

I liked this. It's sweet, positive, poignant and flows well throughout. It is a straight forward message with compelling examples. Thanks.

[Skye]

The 'mosts' are very dear, and are usually made up of firsts they've perfected. So sweet :)

[Inject Positivity]

So adorable one....Unique thought and well written....Thank you frnd....