Standing on the warm beach,
Curling my toes into grainy sand.
Grandparents stand like bookends;
I am the precious book they hold.
Closing my eyes, I breathe the salty air,
Blue-meets-blue horizon before me
And a lone gull floating high above me –
I wish I could be that gull and never leave.
The waves roll in and out, in and out,
Pulsating rhythms that beat like my heart.
The water stains the sand a dark beige color.
Foamy-fingered waves continue their waltz.
My grandparents smile at me, and I sing out to them,
“It’s so beautiful…it’s so very beautiful!”
I catch my breath as the wonder of it all
Wraps around me like a warm blanket.
This poem is about my earliest memory. I was just five years old when my grandparents took me to Atlantic City for a weekend. We stayed at the Knights of Columbus Hotel on the corner of Pacific Ave and St. James Place. We were just a block from the beach. I will always remember seeing the ocean for the first time. I still feel that magic every time I return. First memories are wonderful to record. Think back to your earliest memory. Make sure you find one that is your own and not just a little anecdote you know so well because your grandma told you over and over again. That’s her memory – not yours!
- Think about the place, the person, the event, or the object that brings that memory to life.
- Now associate as many senses with the memory as you can – you may only have two senses – keep your writing honest!
- What emotion can you strongly anchor to this memory?
- Write about the first memory. Remember, you are writing a notebook entry and not an entire draft.
- You can write about important early memories on other days. Remember to think about emotions and senses.
- As you return to your notebook during writer’s workshop, you could consider writing a personal narrative/memoir about one of your memories.
- As you share entries with your response group, respond by noticing the senses, the emotions, where the writer used show not tell, or any other special quality you happen to notice.
I am the precious book they hold. I love that line.
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Thanks, Diane. I do have wonderful memories because of my grandparents. They were my everything!
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This is such a beautiful poem! “Foamy-fingered waves continue their waltz.” Was so easy to picture in my mind. I also like how you included questions at the end of your post for guidelines to write a first memory poem.
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Thanks for visiting and leaving your thoughts. I like that line of my poem, too. First memories and the-first-time-I stories are fun to write and share with others.
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