My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

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

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

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

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple

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

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

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

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