Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
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…
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
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
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals