Christina Simmons

Gold Star - 6,529 Points (20/4/61 / St Lucia, Caribbean.)

My Very First Look - Poem by Christina Simmons

Born of my mother's womb; always will
be my number 1 woman and no other
Because of this fact I have been intuitively blessed
Emotional from my very first cry - when I wailed

My very first breath of pain; the discomfort was eminence
Suck my thumb a soothing joy. Rock me gently she did
Cradle me to safety: I looked into her eyes and there
whence I fell in love; not with my mother, but with her smile

A face which made me conjure up pure love
from then on I've looked upon a smile as sincere
that's genuine and true; like my mother's very first glance
hoping to capture the essence of that first experience

A feeling bringing such warmth my way; look for in every
stranger I meet; I will go on searching but never find; it was only
available for that brief moment in time. My dear mother
betrothed on me with her very first gaze.

Tripping over my long gown still it must be worn; all in white
and flowing looking like an angel, even though I'm already a saint
Must look like a princess, extra special for prince charming
I'm getting hitch to the man you chose for me? How it will

End no one knows; doubts I may have I keep to myself
eager to please, fail to disappoint you I mustn't so willingly
I become his bride, be at his beckon call like you were to my father
When her eyes fell on my face - my eyes met hers and hers met mine.















14/3/15 Sylvestina Silvers.

Topic(s) of this poem: knowledge, love educates, mother and child

Form: Acrostic


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is about a baby's first look. And that is of his/her mother.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 17, 2017


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