Shh.

Shh.

A Poem by Glenna.

A group, a pair, alone.

Growing up, moving on.

Crying because you left,

crying until I had to.

Moving away.

Being kissed by angels

leaving in the middle of the night.

Improper grammar.

Asking to play four-square,

sneaking into the neighbors back yard.

Miscarriage.

Three weeks.

Shaking hands on stage.

Coordination.

Once in a lifetime.

NO CAMERAS ALLOWED.

Don't talk.

Still, don't talk.

© 2011 Glenna.


Author's Note

Glenna.
So each line had a very important meaning for me. If you would like to know, just message me. :)

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