Just Me

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
September 2017

Ilya Ivanović

When I first saw the dark of night
I knew who I was.
I was another shard
Of my birthstone.

I was the king of curiosity.
I was a bitter one with danger.
I was a monkey going tree to tree
And the “Ouch!”
When I fell out of a bush.
I tossed and turned to get up
And I climbed out of the bush.

Then a few years later,
I move away too sad to say,
“Will we go back and have fun?”
“Yes,” says my mom, “Some day…
but not for long.”

Ilya Ivanović Just Me

Ilya Ivanović, 10
Santa Barbara, CA

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