I was reading a dear friend's blog (Brown And Serve) and she posted her very first poem. Her husband found it while cleaning house...it was a poignant little poem written during adolescence...
It made me think of my very first poem. I had forgotten that I had written it. I'm not even certain that it counts as a poem, but as the author of the words, I'm making it officially a poem. I was 7 or 8 years old. It was stuffed into the bottom drawer of my mom's dresser for several years. I can't remember the occasion for my actually writing it down, but oddly, I can remember the FEELING of it EXACTLY! When I discovered the poem several years later, it took me back immediately to that time and that jumbled up combination of emotions that pushed those words out and onto the page. I have always thought in very vivid pictures and this was proof. I even illustrated it! Here is my very first "poem".
"My love is like a ghost in a haunted house. It floats right through my heart."
Debbie Katz, Age 7 or 8
Someone should have medicated my butt. (this is not MY illustration)