First


It’s downstairs first
to his favourite chair.
Then first to the breakfast bar.
Where it’s milk on first,
then shoes on first,
and he’s first to sit in the car.

It’s out of nursery first.
Through the gate first.
Then first to the car once more.
And it’s his turn first,
to talk to me first.
And he’s first to reach gran’s door.

2001, March

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