First things first

Think back to your first memory. 

A whiz of colour, a particular scent that triggers memories, or sounds that might mean something to you. A particular feel of some surface - smooth, rough, or liquid - might be associated with something from the past. 

First steps. First word. First friend. First crush. First friendship crisis. First dance. First prom. 

For me, this is my first post. 

For every beginning, there is an end. But for every end, there are countless beginnings. So make the most of what you have, try to unlock every door to find out what is on the other side, or if not, try to find the key to that door. 

This poem is dedicated to something that I care about; something that I feel strongly about. I hope you enjoy it. 

Your iridescent gold surface shines in the light,

Feeding our eyes with pleasure and delight

Whilst your strings sleek, strong and smooth

Fills our ears with sounds that soothe.

Your magnificent scroll carved with care,

That delicate craftsmanship ever so rare!

You’re a faithful companion: a partner, a friend

There’s no reason for me to pretend.

You’re worth more than diamonds and gold:

And trust me: that’s a truth told!

How I ever deserved you I don’t know,

Why oh why did my fingers ever let go?

Your last song sung was sad and solemn,

Black and white like a newspaper column.

Flakes of rosin – a coating of snow

Sprinkled from the hairs of my bow.

Your sisters and your brothers –

The double bass, viola and all the others

Will have the memory of you,

Everything you’ve gone through.

Alas I see you lying down,

Your surface still a gorgeous golden brown

Your scroll dismantled – a scar from your fall

You try ever so hard to make a call

But you cannot for your strings

Like all of your other things

Have been broken – maimed

I myself am so very ashamed

How could I ever let this happen?

Why does it end like this?

But now I finally know

That it was your time to go.

♩