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

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up