The First Time Poem by Tabitha abner

Holding you for the first time.
Has opened the eyes to see.
That you brought the life.
Back into me, the first time.

You're gentle touch; against mine.
Has warmed my heart; so kind.
When you smiled up at me.
I looked at you, I smiled back.

The little hand that I hold.
As you walk next to me, so small.
I held my head high, to the sky.
Knowing you're my first.

As you say you're first words.
I listen so soft and sweet.
To hear you're tiny voice, you sing.
The words I want to hear; glistening.

You're all grown up, on your own.
And you're little girl, just turned two.
I hold the picture of you and me.
Remembering the first time.