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
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
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
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses