(2014)
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
