The first person to take
a standing ovation.
The last puzzle piece,
found and fitting in.
The smell of breakfast,
awaiting the waker.
The first glimpse of infatuation,
after a long day.
The discovery of a new medicine,
a planet, an equation, a formula,
a better way of living.
The bonus to the wage,
after long, arduous work.
The first word of a child—
mama to mom, papa to dad.
The child waiting at the door,
for her father’s return.
The first delicious food,
cooked after many failures.
The bow taken after a long play,
and the cheer filling the theater hall.
The first step on the motherland,
after many nights of deployment.
The first hug we get,
from the mother who waited.
These are why we exist.
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