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Tuesday, 14 January 2014

The First Cut

Sweet taste of summer
so refreshing, so clear
the first cut of the lawn
a memory so dear.

Her hair
shone in the sun,
I remember

Her eyes
sparkling delights,
I remember

Her face
a vision,
I remember

Her lips
cherry red,
I remember

Her skin
soft as silk,
I remember

Her hands
in mine,
I remember

Her heart
always giving,
I remember

Her warmth
welcomed all,
I remember

Her love
given freely,
I remember

Her perfection
was plain,
I remember

That first cut of summer
I remember

Her name?

© Fergus Martin

2014