National Poetry Month: A Lifetime of Firsts to Come 6 of 30

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It's National Poetry Month. This month, I'll be on the lookout for JOY this year. In an effort to CHOOSE JOY, I'll share a poem each day this month about what I find. 



A Lifetime of Firsts to Come

Life: 
full of firsts.
First days,
moments.

Learning
to roll over,
to crawl,
to walk.

First
bicycle ride,
day of school,
lost tooth.

Years
full of firsts,
new beginnings,
possibility.

Today,
the first day
to meet 
you.

Stepping
into a lifetime
of first
moments.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2021








Comments

  1. UnknownApril 7, 2021 at 7:38 AM

    Love your poem. I had my first grand baby so it resonates with me.

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  2. Linda BApril 7, 2021 at 9:13 AM

    Congratulations, Cathy, I've written poems for my grands all these years, guessing that this is a "first" for you, for this new tiny bundle!

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  3. SharonApril 7, 2021 at 11:18 AM

    Oh the places she will go and the things she will see!!! Holding a new baby especially your grand baby gives you so much joy!!!! Wish we could have seen her, but she had the usual, I'll do it my way which seems to to run among our family.. Enjoy your time with Layne Ryan!!

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  4. Mary LeeApril 7, 2021 at 4:57 PM

    Beautiful poem! These grandchildren need published collections of your creations!!!

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  5. RuthApril 7, 2021 at 9:45 PM

    <3

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  6. CarolApril 9, 2021 at 5:54 AM

    This poem made me cry!! Beautiful! And I love the photograph! The smiles say it all! Congratulations!!!

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