First Love Poem by Isamar Carrillo

First Love



This love is always the same
yet different. When I enter
the chamber and I see
hishertheir hungry eyes
my heart beats again
and with a mental genuflection
I begin each time every time
to pass on
what ten thousand generations
before me gathered;
what ten thousand generations after me will remember.

G-d, I love teaching.

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