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: