The First

by Erin   Dec 24, 2005


You never think of the First
Your first trip
The first time you cursed
The first time you had a bloody lip.

But you more so think of the last
The last time you said “I love you”
All the fun times from the past
All the things you loved to do.

It takes some time
To realize the first things
The first time you shined
What happiness brings.

But what about the holiday
The first time a loved one was not there
The first time you did not play
The first time you could not share.

And then there is the end
How you said goodbye
The last time they made you bed
The last time you dropped by.

The time you died
It brought tears to my eyes.
But I know you are in a better place
To give others you’re beautiful Grace.

**This is about my Grandfather the first Christmas he is not here.

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