(2014)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
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
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends