(2014)
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger