she plays guitar...A Poem by Bradenough about me, this is my friend goldyshe feeds her son chicken strips mac and cheese a sippy cup of milk she reads her text book while he eats she highlights 4 paragraphs commits them to memory and then cuts up an orange for her son of 4 he finishes and it's time to go she bundles him up and drops him off at the neighbor’s in 314 she arrives at Finnegan's a place she waitresses at 40 plus hours a week but not tonight tonight she's a star she climbs the small rickety steps and unloads her Gibson she sits uncomfortably on the stool tuning her instrument a flock of butterflies dances in her gut she pulls the mic up clicks it on test 1-2 test 1-2 it whistles and she adjusts she may work part-time at the book store in the mall full time at the bar goes to night school part-time and raises a son on her own but tonight selfishly righteously she strums her first D chord and sings a song she wrote while figuring out her bills written on an electric bill envelope her heart is free and it reverberates across the crowded lounge tonite... it's about her her heart and her soul... © 2010 BradAuthor's Note
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