My First Poetry

I can't remember the day as I used to.
Or what I was wearing or what I was doing.
I just remember.
The little yellow book with a girl on the cover.
She was either with a balloon or chasing dreams.
I just knew I fell in love.
My fingers smoothed out along the binding.
And, I gently opened the cover.

The glossy Easter-yellow pages seemed to writhe.
Coming to life, opening my imagination to the world.
I don't quite remember, the feeling I felt until I think
really hard and listen to my heart.
I remember where it all began.
I was six-years-old.
My first ever birthday party.

With all my friends.
Decorated in ladybugs.
And, shiny glittery things.
At first I didn't appreciate this gift.
Not in a way I would ever fathom.
But when I got peace and quiet.
I fell into a world of magic and mystery.

I remember the sketched out drawings.
Of the most beautiful and simplistic pictures.
My heart was thudding as I read the first page.
It didn't make sense.
Although it was bound as a child's book.
It was filled with adult thoughts.
Adult writings.

I smiled and read it over and over again.
Until I finally understood.
I remember asking my mother.
"What is it?"

I flipped through the pages bored.
Confused, on how this could be a great gift!
Then as I tilted my head and began to read
another line. I heard a voice say.

"Its poetry."
I never understood, but I pretended I did.
Until when I was eight and I picked up a pen.
And felt all the emotions twirling inside me.
Then I understood.

All those emotions.
Bound in the Easter-yellow.
With the easily scrawled illustrations.
It was my dream.
To become a dream maker.

• On Thursday, January 29, 2009, snowdrop (2148) wrote:
  
  I'm extremely fond of this.
  
  
• On Thursday, January 29, 2009, Echoes of Orpheus (693) wrote:
  
  I don't think I ever read poetry before writing my first few. I was deprived :P great write though, nice ending.
  
  
• On Thursday, January 29, 2009, The Lipstick Factor (749) wrote:
  
  Nicely done!--really enjoyed this, it's well written, good flow and a write I'm sure will bring many a memory to the surface for the reader.
  
  
• On Thursday, January 29, 2009, Mona (97) wrote:
  
  One of the best poems I have read. Beautiful!