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
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s