Shadows of the Silkworms' Nests
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Poem by: Phoebe Kishbaugh
Back at the berry farm...
Boston's Berry Farm;
Where streams slide slick as oil
And beautiful birds choose their perches with caution.
With winding roads of dirt and dust,
Each pebble has its own face,
He throws one when I say no---
It hits my heart and shatters my hopes.
Silenced screams on the forest floor,
I bury myself in my mind
As he buries my head in his lap---
I stifle a cry, I swallow my pride, and I forget.
My best friend, my neighborhood knight
Picks up a baseball bat,
Slams the smile off of his face
Breaks his ribs, but doesn't break the promise.
No one knew, no one knows,
It stays buried under the maple leaves,
Under the twigs and the wildflowers,
Under the shadows of the silkworms' nests.
© Copyright 2019 Phoebe Kishbaugh. All rights reserved.
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It sound like you might have had some hard times but remember everything gets better and keeps getting better as time goes on!
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this happened years ago but thank you, this, like everything else, does get better with time
I hope this memory fades and that writing this has helped....Sad but well written
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writing this really helped...it was a while ago, and it's slowly fading, but i still get chills from it sometimes...thank you
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