Our First Meeting

POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 17, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our First Meeting
 
She closed her perfect hand
Around my index finger.
alert, content,
listening to the familiar beat
Of her mum’s heart
And forever after, in mine.
 
She looked at me and smiled.
Eyes,  mouth and cheeks
in perfect harmony.
Melting my heart like snowflakes
On an un-gloved hand
And I was smitten.
 
I held  her in my arms
Scared, awkward, and clumsily
cradling  her tiny form:
One perfect moment in a timeless
bubble in my memory
Changing my life forever.

by John Black

UK