Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Poem in the Works

It speaks to me,
but momma he speaks to me with his fingertips,
the ache in his voice, the moan on his lips
He's playing for me
He's playing for me

Strumming and singing
Shouting and crying
Praising and trying
He's trying for me
He's trying for me

*The above photo is not my own.

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