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

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

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

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

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

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

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