My pump
Constant companion
Of my disease
My sensor
Resembles a feeding

Hillary’s beautiful Rose
Bumpy’s favorite princess
My mini-me, my little lion
Cute button nose
Framed by red hair

Water
Beach pools and fountains
Rivers creeks and waterfalls
The sound The feel
Floating Weightless

Turkey and dressing
Loud and overwhelming
Opinions and food fly
Green bean casserole
Too much laughter

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

It’s not that I’m sad
Though I am
It’s not that I’m discouraged
Though I am
It soaks deeper

Don’t talk down to me
I am not a child!
Even children
Deserve respect

Down to earth
I am but of dust
Dust particles
I see floating in the air
Carbon molecules

Que te cuentan un chiste
Las palabras se traducen
Pero el humor no se puede
Por si no lo entiendes
Ríete

If I could paint a man
Eyes so dark they shine
Brooding and stormy
Til the smile breaks through
If I could paint a man