(2015)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
