The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
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
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand