Always First
To be first, that’s the key.
I should be first, mom and
dad were first before I
was born. I enjoy firsts.
First in the door, front seat in the car,
my first kiss, my first love,
my first, and only, A in school.
But my parents didn’t care about
grades. They didn’t care about
my first car, or when I totaled
my first car. I loved getting
my first hickey, but I got grounded
for it, so I left.
I got my first apartment, let
my first girlfriend moved in,
went to my first party, had
my first speedball and then went to
my First, Last, and Only funeral,
My Own.
Copyright © Juli Freda | Year Posted 2021
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