The First Time You Heard Them Poem by MARINA GIPPS
The First Time You Heard Them
You, seven big years old.
That morning, the sun melting
a long winter of you snuggling
an old toy losing its face.
From the hospital,
the gift of a forgotten toy
but still they held you tight.
That morning, the sun melting,
the door closed.
What could they be doing
in a dark, dark room?
You held that tattered toy
closer than ever,
never wanting to let go.
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5/6/2024 1:20:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Marina- you are absolutely a great poet! This poem reminded me of when I was young. Your title selections are great. They seem to catch my attention. Just beautiful! A 10, and God bless.