(2015)
Proverbs 13:12 'Expectation postponed makes the heart sick'
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends