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Anna Robertson Poem
It’s been nearly 10 years since the last time I saw your face.
We grew up together, started preschool together,
Took ballet class and gymnastics together;
We played on the same soccer team.
My first memory is of sipping cinnamon cocoa and sitting
At your kitchen table, when we made angels in the snow.
It was in third grade that my family moved away.
You were the first person I told and the last person I said goodbye to.
We promised to keep in touch, but the months grew
As long as the sunflowers we planted.
That summer we turned six.
We were so young when I left.
Soon it had been years since we had talked and now, it’s been longer still
But I will never forget the hours we spent playing in your backyard
As the sun danced across the sky and dipped far below the horizon
Or how you made me the person that I am
I will never forget you
Copyright © Anna Robertson | Year Posted 2016
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Anna Robertson Poem
We look for shapes in the clouds
And the stars
Searching for meaning in what is meaningless
A point in what is arbitrary
We look for inspiration
In the slums of warriors
Placed in the sky by the gods
We search for a message
In light that was created before our ancestors breathed
But all we find is what we can create
Stories shaped by our perspective
Written from our histories
Created from our position in the universe
There is nothing written in the stars but
What we write ourselves
Copyright © Anna Robertson | Year Posted 2016
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