(2015)
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times