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My First Love
His hands were rough and arms were
strong as he reached to help me, he was
the first man
I loved
I first walked then ran
trying to keep up
never slumped down he always said, “keep
your head up”
he having the wisdom I thirsted for
frequently he filled my cup
consistently he shared with me
his hands were rough and arms were
strong as he reached to help me
he was the first man I trusted
as life shifted gears he remained clutch
never too far
like the north star
always giving me direction
