There is the first time that you watch
the Wizard of Oz in color.
The first time you hear The Beatles,
your first Toll House cookie,
the first time you are walk to school on your own,
your first time riding in your dad's pickup truck.
There is the first time that you drive on your own
and your first time on a plane,
the first time you go to a concert on your own
and the first time you drink coffee
and have a drink at a restaurant.
There is that one day when you know what you want to be when you grow up.
And there is the first time you leave home for college
And for each of these firsts, you learn to live your life anew.
To start again, a new you.
There is that one walk down the aisle when you wed
and only one first night in a new home,
in a city far from home and family.
There is only one day which is your first at a new job.
There is only one time that you give birth to your first child
One first labor,
and there is that one life changing moment
when you go from being childless to having children.
You may do these things once, twice
and each time you are in awe
and each time you pinch yourself.
You thank God for good things,
and savor the sweetness,
your gratitude complete;
but there is only one first.
A New Chapter
When you have children there is a new set of firsts
First steps, first words, first teeth, first bike rides,
first days of school, first Bar and Bat Mitzvah, first days of camp,
first games, first recitals and plays, first drives on their own,
first proms, first acceptance letters,
and then there is your first day in the house without them
when they fly away.
And there are more firsts.
Your first gray hair.
First wrinkles, too.
The firsts come come so quickly,
and with each one you say a prayer.
You thank your lucky stars that you are there to see,
to smile, to laugh, to feel, to cry and to feel pride.
You are humbled by these firsts.
A New Chapter
There are first girlfriends and boyfriends
First meetings of these people
who become your beloved sons and daughters.
First proposals and then,
perhaps this is one of the best firsts,
first time walking a child down the aisle
with this second and third and fourth
are as good as the first time.
And you are getting older now,
your parents are gone.
You are the older generation.
The firsts are savored slowly
and most deliberately.
You take nothing for granted.
And you are so blessed
as grandchildren come.
Each their own first,
a new universe is created
in their tiny hands and feet
and your joy is boundless.
You watch as your children experience their firsts.
You look on as they watch their children
and you understand what they are feeling;
their boundless love, their uncertainty,
their fears, their pride, their passion for their children.
And this is where this poem brings us
to another first.
This first, as sweet as honey,
to stand at the torah next to your granddaughter,
who is as tall as you,
her black hair falls like satin on her dress.
As she reads torah you stand beside her,
humbled, proud, speechless.
Your daughter sits behind you,
your first child,
her first child.
A treasure trove of firsts
all in one moment, in one place.
There is no ending to this poem,
just profound gratitude