I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
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
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles