575 poems

Though you are 1 year

You’ll always be my baby

Slice your heart to find

Just bitterness and red wine

I ask and I ask

I wait and I wait for you

Get it out of me

This unrest and this complaint

It takes a village

Please tell me where to find one

You are always there

When I need to fill a void

My eyes won’t open

I cannot move my body

My mind can’t change gears

I am walking forward, but

22 people

Is just too many people

The silence I hear

Wakes the sleeping emotions

When mattress shopping

Spooning in front of strangers

Baby is crying

Toddler is climbing the shelves

Words cannot express

My deep gratitude for you

Did they forget me?

Just hanging out by myself

You are 35

And the beard still looks sexy

Not as important

As the pressure you’re under

To be seen by you

To be accepted by you