A road inside the Matheran Town (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
If I try very hard I may recall
Days of innocence
Before wit and eloquence
Before confines and conformity
Before knowledge of who I was
And yet may be
Within the world
Of my small family
I may recall
The person that I once could be
The first face that I wore
When standing, waiting at my door
The ancient call of wanderlust
Bit deep, and deep in me
That first desire was to move
To make the world my very own
I scampered from my cloistered home
And down the small town streets I’d roam
Defiant and alone
My parents no doubt worried, fretted
Of my little life
How much I regretted?
I didn’t have the concepts
Too soon to have the words
To yet explain
I ran not away
But somehow ran towards….
Towards…..I know not what
Just something that I never got
Now years have passed
And wanderlust
Has wandered far from me
My days are quiet
Lived in my home
A perfect symmetry
But if I try so very hard
When gazing in my mirror long
I’d see the little child peek out
The one who travelled to belong
Her first desire was just to know
And sing her own pure song
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt ‘My first’ at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/12/15/prompt-34-my-first/
It made me remember the child I was but can scarce now recall, let alone believe was me…and yet…she was…..
helenvalentina 
I like Helen that ‘first desire’ to be you. Well done beautifully told.
Thanks Michael!! 🙂 🙂
This is wonderful Helen and I relate as I was always off on adventures exploring, sometimes gone from sunup to sundown just roaming. Sadly I think we do lose some of our curiosity and of course ourselves in growing up
Very true, and we lose some courage – I guess that comes with knowledge and the attendant loss of innocence. 🙂
Delightful and poignant! The child of long ago is welcome inside us…
Thanks Malcolm!! 🙂 🙂
Glad you keep her safe in your memories…wonderful poem.
Thanks Patti!! 🙂 🙂
Taking us back to our ‘firsts’ – what we attempted – how brave we were – what did we hope to achieve – excellent write Helen- love the 3rd and 4th stanza…I can relate 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Helen, this was so beautiful. I found myself relating to so much of it. Lovely!! 🙂 xxxx
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
A very touching and vivid scene from an old movie projector. Nice one Helen.
Thanks Mike!! 🙂 🙂