The passive-aggressive
Guilt trip
Is a weak tool
For your purpose
The sensitive

It’s not that I’m sad
Though I am
It’s not that I’m discouraged
Though I am
It soaks deeper

Ask any female
Love
Is in the details
I love you
Three greatest words

If food is poetry
The flavors
The smells
Singing in harmony
Is poetry food?

Desperate for his attention
Knowing it will drive him away
Jealous of a game - how lame
Choking self-esteem where I lay
Desperate for his affection

Does it hurt?
When you prick your finger
No
I do this just for fun
Our fingers lose feeling

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

Does the world need
Another book?
Another poem?
I add one more to the pile
To be left alone

How do you describe
A man so dramatic?
You can recognize him
From afar with his hat
Always the gentleman

Husband and wife
Companions for life
Mature love that deepens
And mellows with time
Life’s eroding winds