The Last of the First
Lost Somewhere in the Middle
Last of the first, I am.
Sired by one whose charm
Hopelessly beguiled all
And left vows in tatters.
Supported by one whose
Unrivaled faith and courage
Dug deep and found sustenance
And anchorage in stubborn soil.
Nourished with my peers
In the scaffold for our progeny,
Building the base for the shoots
That would reach for the warmth and light.
Far above me, the cycle endures
Whilst we, the first, maintain the bond
Between our roots and what thrives above,
And I will stay strong
And wonder, here in the median,
If they still know of us, up there,
Until vitality is but a memory
And I no longer feel the sun.
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd.
My first published poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Comments (14)
Beautiful writing Dana! Well done on your leaderboard placement!
Congratulations on your win, Dana! This made me think of my grandparents (my dad's parents), specifically my grandfather. Your writing always commands a pause, a moment of reflection, and I appreciate that.ššš
Congratulations Dana!
Back to say well done my friend on placing. Loved this poem.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! šššššš
Potent, exploratory poem. I can relate to loving one parent and not-so-loving the other.
The ending hits with such quiet power fading sunlight, yet unwavering strength.
Such a thoughtful piece, Dana! I really like how you explore legacy and responsibility. Stunning!
This hit me with a melancholy I can't quite put into words A sense of... longing almost? I'll have to read it again, and then maybe again to get from it everything I can "Whilst we, the first, maintain the bond Between our roots and what thrives above," this line made me think of my grandparents and the foundations they laid for my generation's prosperity
Whoaaaa, this was absolutely beautiful! Loved your poem!
Breathtaking Dana!! You really do have a gift with words... this felt melancholic and still hopeful!
This feel nostalgic in thought, " I no longer feel the sun' this line hit hard
Stunning piece, sir very thoughtful
Fabulous writing Dana!