First things first.

Tuesday morning I opened my eyes to a fully blooming bouquet of deep velvet roses and a bottle of sparkling red grape juice. After Andrew left for work I found an anniversary poem...

1st Things 1st.

Dangerous hook

Your first look

Emotions I throw ‘em

With the first poem.

On down the slide

First fatal piki ride.

Never could it fail

First tooting email.

Growing so vexed

Awaiting my first text.

In Perfects lands

First trip to Tanz.

You to enchant

Seeing first elephant.

Carib-breaking laughs

After first giraffes.

Mountainside farm surprise

First Kili sunrise.

Sliding rain from sky

First time at Namuai.

The kiss it went ‘poof’

First over the roof.

Head’s all a whirl

First hug of Elizagirl.

Saying nada about

Our first blowout.

Wrist swelling pallid

First told invalid.

Not too well planned

First phonecall to Maryland.

Rhyming quite swell

44-word first farewell.

Passionate to outlast

First five month fast.

Wordsmith hope power

First place to Superflower.

Dodged a ram down

First casing Libertytown.

Chewed over like toffee

Before Papas first coffee.

North to West Loveland

As Abba first planned.

GPS giving us fits

First time out of Pitts.

Winning, not lame

First live Steelers game.

Worth all the hype

First time we skype.

Family freeze the price

First time I skate ice.

A freezing van ride

Fighting first woody slide.

By my side you walked

First time you New Yorked.

Providentially paned lekker

Blue Jay, Cardinal & Woodpecker.

A dull as miss

For our first kiss.

Graduate with insight

Seeking first the Light!

Stoppie scarred hide

On first Howard bike-ride.

Me prophetically lucky

Miss milking Kentucky.

Holding onto my hand

First flight to New Zealand.

KTMing Kawhia tidal

First time viewing Bridal.

Ringing in the rest

First canoe glo-fest.

Believing was seeing

You first time skiing.

Bathe in the Morning Glory

Of our first night story.

All that’s come after

More firsts and laughter,

Yet that’s only the start

Our first year as one heart.

Another time I may tell

Us first-yearing the well,

Quenching our souls thirst

Abba He owns first!

;~pikipikipoet

23rd August, 2011.