Type 1 Diabetes
(2014)
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
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios