First of all, that day unplanned
He came and knocked, 
And we all laughed.

He played their game, 
While finding his fame, 
Me, did he entertain.

Rubbed my finger on his knee,
Squirmed and wiggle; oh, did he,
And so much joy did it give me.

Sandman's trusty trick troped well,
Helped them escape to the playgrounds swell;
And proceed to crack, as blood fell.

First he started, of all the things,
I pursued his gentle words
They were there too, a friend he brings
Types of kisses, forming cords.

He was the first of all others,
Now not the Only one.
The time interrupted did occur
Finished the game, one and done.

The memory still burns,
And is re-liven all day.
With the hope,
That it will occur once again.

First, of all; of oh, so many.
Fondly remembered, fully awoken.
The burn yearns even now,
Ten long years of my life, have been re-found.