Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery