Thursday, July 30, 2015

Strong Storming Gracious Girls

(Granddaughter and her Mom)
She is a hurricane,
if a hurricane was a good thing,
90 miles per hour
until the calm of her short nap,
then 90 again
until her day ends.
Joy embodied,
imaginative and creative,
a blustery boisterous bountiful energy
exploding everywhere she bounds.

Her mother, a pleasant breeze (busy living,
working, playing, doing, never still),
until unfairness interrupts.
Then she is a tornado,
a supercell's whirlwind of
focused fierce avenging fury,
until the solution is found.
Get out of her way,
or be knocked down.
As abruptly as she started,
abates the gale.
The clouds are parted,
pleasant breeze prevails.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Friday, July 24, 2015

Another Excuse to Knit

My friends are having babies.
More blankets I will knit.
One is pregnant with a girl,
the other is a secret.

Two girl blankets, and one boy,
are waiting in my basket to be knit
(for knitting is my spare-time joy).
I have a favorite pattern that's befit.

Two babies and three blankets,
the math is no mistake.
Two I'll give away,
the other one, donate.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Teaching Toddlers Fundamental Lessons with Laundry

A load of black laundry.
Let's play a game.
Match the socks.
They are all black,
and they are all socks, but
Opa's, and Uncle Joey's, and Aunt Lily's
are not the same,
a complicated game.
A four year old can do it,
can help, and be included,
enjoy a sense of accomplishment,
be proud of her productivity.
A menial task to me
is fun for a little one.
While I quickly fold the big clothes,
she is heartily matching socks
(sorting and classifying objects),
noticing how items are alike and different,
creating an awareness
vital for her future learning.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Forever yours. Forever young.

Hold me close.
Kiss my mouth.
Trigger endorphins.
Level my hormones.
Fill me with your fountain of youth.

Every morning
and every night,
keep me young.

You are my drug of choice
to keep me sane,
trigger endorphins,
and level my hormones.
Fill me with your fountain of youth.

Be my old man.
I'll be your woman.
Keep me young. 

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Am I There Yet?

When will I get old?
When will I go from looking younger than I am
to looking my age?
How will I know?
Will I look in the mirror one morning and see
the extra wrinkle that screams old lady?
Menopause, is that the key?
Is there a number that I'm waiting for?
Is it knocking on my door?
Have I passed it and ignored?
How will I know when I am old?

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Bananas for bananas

My granddaughter loves bananas. I buy them,
but they keep getting black before we eat them.
Then I throw them away and have no bananas
when my granddaughter comes over.

I have found
that if I slice the bananas
and freeze them spread out on waxed paper on a plate
that they taste like little bites of ice cream.

Then I have bananas available for when my granddaughter wants them.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

New Free Knitted Cabled Hat Pattern

Those of us who knit hats, do it because we love to knit, and because we love the person we are knitting for. Hand knitting takes time, time that could be spent doing many other things. Sometimes the yarn costs more than buying an already knit hat from the store. So hand knitting a hat or garment is not necessarily cheaper than buying one. It is an act of love.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Children are Always Learning

“Left foot, left shoe.
Right foot, right shoe.”
Getting ready for a walk with my granddaughter.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Celebrating Independence Day

Six skittish, big, brave,
barking dogs display disdain
for fireworks popping.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Friday, July 3, 2015

Mother, wife, friend; teach, love, knit.

cleaning toilets.
Lunch date with husband and granddaughter.
Teaching/tracing ABCs,
reading stories, and
the fork goes on the left.
Knitting a Christmas stocking and a hat.