Memories of a Moment

The first kiss of love's bliss- could lips be soft like this Our first-born's finger-nails,tiny- growing a bond,none can un-free The first word of child,so small- begins a never-ending call That first moment of re-born life- birthing a wholeness,free from strife The first picture in my mind- ignites experiences,of a spiritual kind The first poem,on paper penned- that was to bring many mutual friends