(2014)
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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
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low