"Before the World Spoke"

 by Jennifer Wren Call 

I was Younger.
 The first impressions—,
 before their words
 Stuck like burrs to my cognition.

It was Clover.
Bees delight
 My first flower
 I crouched,
 They took flight.

It was Petals
 Neon florets
 I softly pinched
 My mouth sweet
 A memory begets

I was Older
 Final impressions
 After their words
 Fell harmless
to my reflection

As for the Clover?
 My first flower
 It remains sweet
 As for me?
 I am complete!