My First Poem Ever

I have been going through three big cartons that among them contain every letter anyone has ever written to me in my life and even a number of my own that my mother saved as I was traveling around the world in my younger wilder years.  In the very bottom of one box, I found  a card I made for my mother when I was six years old with the very first poem I ever wrote on it.  It’s pretty beaten up but Forgottenman insists I should share it here.  I’m including photos of the different pages. The cover is a doily with three dimensional flowers on it but consider that it has been rattling around in my mother’s top junk drawer or in a box with a ton of other paper things for 69 years, so its condition reflects this.  Here it is. Click on each photo to enlarge and read the poem: 

What is the very earliest example of your writing? Wanna share with us? If so, please link in comments below:

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

44 thoughts on “My First Poem Ever

    1. lifelessons Post author

      My mother was a very good humorous poet… just for the fun of it. She wrote funny poems for us and rhymed plays for her club to perform. My friends and I performed one of them for a talent contest once. It was entitled “The Hillbilly Wedding,” and I still have a copy of it somewhere.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      I know. I probably found it when I went to clear out the house after my dad died. My mother never went back again to the house in S.D. after her died. They were living half the year or more in AZ and she just stayed there after that, year round. I went and cleared out all our personal things and we rented out the house.

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          It was hard packing up his clothes. He had very little else in the house. Now if it had been packing up the barn or storage sheds, that would have been another matter! I did get his hammer and his old hand-forged axe that I think had been his father’s as well.

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  1. Sam

    Love it, I used to have such a box of old love letters but they all got burned in the middle of the Red Desert. more about that if interested.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      I’m so lucky that my sister took all those photos as we were growing up. It wasn’t an era when many photos were taken. And almost all of my memories depended on those photos to make sure I didn’t forget them.

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      1. Judy Reeves

        I only have a few photos from those early years. But these days… so many photos! At least I have some to remind me of what I did yesterday.

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      1. serendippitysays

        I still recall having to use the word “pause” in a sentence for school and thinking a pause was an animal. I wrote something like, “I saw the pause in the tree.” There’s so much learning to be acquired regarding words.

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