My mom told me,
dad was a first born.
First born and lovers
always go away…
I travelled to far-flung
lands, never staying
more than a year or so.
It gutted me to explain
everything; the father…
the lover and everything
in between, but then
I remember, I’m a first-born,
and moved away.
Love the twist at the end.
The poem’s narrator too is a first born and has moved away.
Thanks Dracula, I’m a first born too, hence the saying :). How are you doing, must be very cold at your place?
Yes, there was a winter storm here today. ❄
Here too it’s very cold 🥶. I hope your comfortable, you changed your room if I remember!
Interesting flow.
Thanks you 💞
Lovely…
Thanks for your kind words 🙏
Mine pleasure dear
Appreciate it!
I love the succinctness of the the, the concentricity : how it travels back to the beginning, only further out, further out …
I’m glad John you liked it, your comment reminded me of W.B Yeat’s widening gyre… concentricity and furthering out…
it’s a long time since I read Yeats but, yes, I suppose it does–
I have not read him either for some time… 🙄
Yes we do. Nice poetry.
Thanks for stopping by, I am glad it resonated!