(2014)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh