My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
