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BEST FRIENDS by Robin Baldwin

I wrote this poem as a birthday gift for my best friend…

I wanted to capture the journey of our nearly 40-year friendship and the moments that stood out in my heart. We have been through a lot together and I could not imagine my life without her. I also wrote this poem for my daughters, who are learning about what it means to be a friend at the tender age of 12. My wish for them is that they find the kind friendship I am blessed to have.

Best Friends
by Robin Baldwin

On this milestone day
I’d like to say all the things
I wish you knew.
My life changed when
We met in 7th grade math and became best friends.
You helped me through our teenage years,
Always making me laugh with your quick wit.
We shared our ups and downs
Supporting each other when
Searching for ourselves in our twenties,
Wondering what our future had in store for us.
Our thirties gave us more shared adventures
But my favorite memory was the day
You witnessed my hips transform into
Shelves in my final weeks of pregnancy.
You became Aunt Stacy the day the girls arrived.
We crashed into our forties
During my early years of motherhood,
So much of that time is a bit of a blur.
This decade brought new challenges
For us both as we learned a
Thing or two about taking care of our parents.
Now, as 50 descends upon us,
I am struck by the fact that
My daughters are the age
When we cemented our friendship.
I pray that they each find that one friend
Who will always be there
To celebrate life’s great joys and sorrows,
To lift them up, cheer them on,
And love them for who they are
Just as I have loved you.
Cheers to 50 and many more!

Robin Baldwin: I was born and raised in Southern California, where I still live. I have a Bachelor's degree in business and a Master's degree in mass communication. I am a senior manager at IEEE Computer Society and have worked there for 21 years. I write about what’s going on in my life through the views of the various roles I assume in any given moment: mom of twins, wife, daughter, friend, manager, woman, spiritual seeker. I try to have a positive outlook on life whenever possible. I treat others like I want to be treated and I always want the underdogs to win. Feel free to contact me through my blog, Words for Life.

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