(2014)
#Memories
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it