(2015)
For my beautiful nieces and nephews, who of course are the funnest kids in the whole wide world.
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me