My Earliest Memory
I remember a warm summer morning
With the sun shining bright in the sky
Its glow making stars out of specks of dust,
Floating in shadows as I walked by
To the kitchen where mum, already at toil
Was busily making fresh fare
The aroma of cakes and newly baked bread,
Permeating through the air
Big brother was at play in the garden,
Baby sister asleep in her pram
As I sat at the large kitchen table
To breakfast on warm toast and jam
When I had finished my delicious repast
I helped clear the dishes away,
Washing them clean in the Belfast sink
The like of which are sought after today
Mum put on my shoes and brushed my hair,
Then I joined big brother for play
And although years have past since I was but three
I remember as though yesterday.
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2009
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