(2014)
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
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words