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Rita Sims Quillen: First Memory

People never believe me

when I tell them I recall

waking in my crib, lying watchful

while my parents dozed.

I slept there until I was two

in front of the window in their bedroom.

I remember watching the sun rise

amazed, lazy in my warm nest,

only the sound of breathing,

blood rush pulsing the words yes and yes.

Just as now I feel no need

to summon others at the moment

the miraculous occurs,

I couldn’t tell my parents then or later

that I saw God and angels and clouds

that became beliefs, most of all,

that silence was now

a cloak I would inhabit,

walk around inside 

wearing it as beautiful silk

all my days.

From Rita Sims Quillen’s Some Notes You Hold (Madville 2020). Copyright 2020 Rita Simms Quillen.

Rita Sims Quillen

2 comments on “Rita Sims Quillen: First Memory

  1. Rita S. Quillen
    December 17, 2020

    I’m glad to hear it. As I say in the poem, I have been told it’s not possible to have such a vivid recollection of something from such a young age. But I know what I know.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. rosemaryboehm
    December 16, 2020

    I remember such things too. Some of us do.

    Liked by 1 person

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