The Pages are my Friends
a poem by Barrett Smith, age 12

My pen slides along the pages
As they absorb the ink
Taking in my words
Never to forget
These words I write are the truth
The things never to be spoken
These pages I can trust
They never spread, they never smudge
They know every secret in my heart
And never once betrayed my trust
I watch the black ink fade to grey
Why can’t people be this way?


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Comments
yes, Barrett is my daughter. Her writing shows her deep and emo (in the parlance of youth) side. We try to keep it in the context of her general happy go lucky side.
Monte