Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

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

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no

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

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?