SheA Poem by ashleydawn
Did you tell her the date?
Does she even know that you're performing now? That you've moved up to first chair and that the teacher can't say enough? Has she seen the pictures? The ones of the other kids surrounding you Dripping with envy? The glistening sunlight reflecting off the brass of your talent? Has she heard the drills and hours of endless practice, dedication? Did she sit in the stadium beaming with pride as you stood in accomplishment of your final piece? No. She drank.
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Added on March 25, 2011 Last Updated on June 28, 2011 |