Poems for diabetics
(2015)
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
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
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
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread