If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

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

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face