First Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

First Moments



Pounding rhythms hitting imagination, showing shores of
tomorrow in an illuminating light.

Feeling like the first time, opening up my tiny newborn
eyes and seeing the world the very first time in life.

Images flooding my mind, not yet assimilating and under-
standing, starting to come to mind, quickly and fascinating.

Beautiful colors, brilliantly shining within rhythms,
keeping time with them.

Seeing my parents for the first time, their image still
etched on my photographic mind, both smiling, happy, love
shining from their eyes.

Watching them reach into the bassinet and pick me up,
holding me closely, coming and talking to me in voices
that I recognized from being within my Mother's womb.

Being held, loved, fed, all the important things that
make life worth while to this little newborn baby.

Remembering it all so well, so vividly, never forgetting
my first moments out of my mother's womb and into the
world.

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