Firsts

There is a
First time
For everything

First taste
Of ice cream
First time
You scraped your knee

First kiss
First broken heart

Tomorrow will be
The first Mother’s Day
Since you died
Mom

It’s a bittersweet mix
Of sorrow and tears
Helplessness
Acceptance

Close my eyes
Breathe slowly
Open
See you in them
My darlings
My children

My first Mother’s Day
As a mother
Without you

©2014 Jill Baker