Christopher Midgett Poems

A wife is sitting in her husbands hospital room.
She is not waiting for him to recover, for she knows he wont.
He is staring at the ceiling, silent tears rolling down his face.
His children are at school, they have no clue.
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I sit on a gray moss-covered rock, just thinking about what could have been things most people wouldn't take time to do, but i do in hope of making my life better.
I look up from my daydreaming to see the beautiful picture i see around me,
i see big oak trees covered in fire orange leaves in the mists of fall, orange
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