(2014)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
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
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
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 crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly