(2014)
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
