He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
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
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
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
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion