The Very First One (Poetry)

It’s said that we all
remember the first
and perhaps most do
maybe odd for me
that it isn’t true

I recall the last
truly strange not to
when mere minutes past
still fresh in my mind
with each passing thought

wriggling keen as fish
aching to be caught
I of course obliged
whimsical as this
a light touch applied

But the first’s a blur
no clue when or where
never made a note
ringed the calendar
kept it to myself

I am lost for words
cannot name the verse
or its birthing day
(possibly the worst)
best forgot I’d say