(2014)
#Writing
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
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
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
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
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
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide