Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
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
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter