(2014)
#Memories
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger