First Lover Poem by Ritika Deborah George

Sitting alone her memories unfold
Memories that made her smile;
That swayed her awhile
From today to yesterday, from present to past
Several thoughts came across.
To and fro, high and low, that made her glow.
Some to scorn, some to mourn,
Some came to make her lovelorn.

"I want wings and play with swings, games that made me insane."
Instantly she grinned recalling her win.
"What a silly game", she exclaimed
Apparently that game brought a name;
Name of her life, reason for her thrive.
Lucid eyes like blue skies, hairs were snow white
Soft as feather; deep and flowing like a river
That was her granny, her first lover.
"In granny's arm lied my world
Her love made me a girl with many pearls
Her presence was the essence of my life
Around her my childhood whirled" she sighed
‘One day I'll fly high to reach the sky,
And you will be there right beside'.
‘A handsome man with all charm will take me in his arm;
Will lure me with love' she used to say with a blush.

Today like a mournful yet satisfied soul
Pondering over all that she took over
Hours, years, seasons aside
She kept her granny's teachings abide.
She is a giver, she is a lover
But incomplete without her first lover.
She has whole, but she is not whole.

-RITIKA DEBORAH GEORGE