(2015)
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
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
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
