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

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

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