(2014)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
