How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain

I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile

Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios

Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again

I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind

If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?

Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment

My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best