When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

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

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling