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
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