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

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

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

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

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

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

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

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

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

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