(2014)
#Memories
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
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
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger