a b c d e f g…

“Apple” was the first English word I learned.
Shout out to Mom for sending me,
To the language center, where my curiosity burned.
Receiving a wisely investment since five,
From there, a second language to embrace.
Vocabulary formation cut through confusion’s strife,
Root word rules suggest meanings fall into place.

Clumsily, I pieced words into sentences:
One, then two, then three.
Writing a lot was easy, with lengths immense,
But writing briefly was a challenge for me.
In business reports, straightforward is key,
Which cultivated my need to write with care.

And so, my first poem came to be,
Long and rambling, emotions laid bare.
The second poem was more concise,
But still finding its meaning true.
The third poem showed somewhat right,
Improvement seen in each line I drew.

Gradually, forty-five poems in six years,
Accompanied me through life’s ups and downs.
They record successes, incidents, happiness, and tears,
Witness to my changing frowns and crowns.
Through joy, sadness, and fear.

A B C D E F G…

• Initial: August 2, 2024