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The Poetry Of.
Chrysty Higdon.....................................
the wall
the wall has been built
tall and standing proud
each brick we layered just perfectly
cementing the cracks with only the best -
our pride
momma's words
i tucked you in the bed
then made my way
back to the table
where i found my momma still sitting.
we looked at books, we talked about
people i hadnt seen in awhile, the kids, and my brothers.
we talked about you. i heard my momma
say things i never dreamed.
i heard her say how much she liked you,
and that she could see how happy you made me.
then she paused for a second
and as she continued, i could even
tell how much she meant
the following words,
'maybe you'll marry him'
pushed in the corner
you drag words from her
don't ever do that again
a simple hello is the least needing defended
a week since she needed you
you jump to do.
must be a secret the times
you've talked
for i heard nothing said
you seem to be playing
hide and seek
its your choice, your secrets
silence i muster, for it was promised
you push into a corner
i think i should go -
sooner or later, it wont be just the corner
