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#apm100poemchallege
This is poetry prompt 003. I promise will complete 001 and 002 as well. I can’t help procrastination. ._.
#apm100poemchallenge//An ode to the act of growing up//
 
Little Anku,
I promise I will always remember your growth,
That fast growing pace of being 4 years old,
Not that I haven’t seen kids growing,
But not as close as you.
I will always remember the lessons you learnt,
After A it’s always B,
And 8 times 3 is 24,
Because life at that age,
Only had questions with clear answers.
 
Little Anku,
I promise I will always remember your growth,
That fast growing pace of turning 8,
I will always remember your friendly nature,
How you fed dogs of your street
that 18 year old Anku would have shooed away,
And how you always kept two spoons in your lunchbox,
Just so you can share your food with others.
I will always remember how when the first time
You saw the moon dropping from the sky,
You ran through the streets,
To find where it will lie.
 
Little Anku,
I promise I will always remember your growth,
That fast growing pace of turning 12,
I will remember how you never stopped singing,
Even when people were telling you – You can’t,
In fact specifically then,
You sang the loudest.
I remember how you danced to the songs in your head,
Spoke with the rhythm of your heart,
And loved everything and everyone from the depth of your soul.
 
Little Anku,
I promise I will always remember your growth,
That fast growing pace of turning 16,
When you met every stranger with a smile,
And even complimented few – “You are beautiful”.
I will always remember how you fell in love for the first time,
And at that moment love for you was like,
New York city in winters,
Like falling asleep in the rain,
Like being on the phone with someone and not even talking.
I remember everything in the world looked same to you,
Because it all looked like that one person.
 
Little Anku,
I promise I will always remember your growth,
That fast growing pace of turning 18,
I will remember how you felt so small,
As insignificant as humanly possible.
I remember no matter how many haircuts you got,
Or gyms you joined,
Or glasses of whiskey you drank with your boyfriend,
You still went to bed every night feeling lonely.
 
Little Anku you aren’t little anymore,
And I understand that we get stuck sometimes,
For our stubborn heart clings to bad habits,
Bad habits that look like people and dreams.
But life has phases to offer,
And will keep offering it to you at different time,
So I promise I will always remember your growth,
If you promise you will always cherish every phase of it.

I promise.

-Anku