Accent on Firsts

Accent on Firsts

A Poem by Michael G.

Accent on Firsts

Once upon a lifetime ago

           so many, many years now in the past,

I was given a chance -

                             an honest chance at love.

From unspoken shy beginnings

           two strangers finding friendship,

                              happenstance and mild curiosity

               slowly bringing us closer together.

I liked her smiling eyes and quick wit

                            and the way her smooth fingers felt

             when held warmly in mine.     

Pure, simple, sweet,

             innocent, kind, love.

Given slowly

             cautiously . . . freely.

And honestly,

             I had no idea

                              what to do with it;

              how to handle it;

more importantly, how to accept and return it.

Fortunately, I did some things right

           following her tender lead mostly

                               missing other opportunities

                and smiles in ill-thought out plans

I mistakenly thought were well timed.

First love teaches.

As for myself, I learned two things

           about the quality of love -

                               patience foremost, and forgiveness.

So many lessons learned.

Yet, without those painful, thrilling

          fun filled, and heartbreaking days of first loves

            life would have been so different.

First love should be remembered softly and with much kindness.


midnight is long past,

          those familiar night voices continue to haunt,

           interrupting any chance of sleep.

Rolling over looking out at the night sky

           remembering that first love,

      warmly giving thanks for her . . .

        and that chance.



© 2017 Michael G.

Author's Note

Michael G.
Thank you for reading my work.

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Giving thanks to a first love who taught you how to love is such a refreshing read - different from the many who rail and thrash about with much gnashing of teeth at its failure to stay...I enjoyed this little gem.

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Michael G.

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