(2015)
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this