GONE (Number 2)

Just like I remember what happened
a second ago,
I remember the moment you were born.
When I first saw
your wrinkled red face
and first heard you cry.
I remember the first time I held you.
And when you grabbed my finger
in your little hand.
And I remember the firsts.
First hugs.
First steps.
First words.
First scraped knee.
First sweet little song you sang.

So many firsts, and seconds, and thirds.

Those precious moments
so long ago.

So long ago. . .

Here I am again, thinking after midnight
alone with all these years of unused words

Michael Mathews
June 1, 2013
00:01 AM