(2014)
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up