Sunday, January 31, 2016

Leaves on the ground, jump,
playing in the gentle rain
on this sunny day.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Walking My Dog

He's the one with injured feet,
but I'm the one gimping along.
His toenails clicking across the street,
trying, almost unsuccessfully,
using all the restraint he has,
to keep from pulling me along.
Of course he has to stop and pee
on every bush and tree he sees.
His alert eyes searching all around
in case a squirrel or cat is found.
He sees some children laugh and play.
He looks at me to join the game,
but we continue on our way. 

by:  Paula D. Nevison 

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

My “Old Lady” Friends

Every Tuesday I knit with my “old lady” friends.
We've been knitting together since I can't remember when.
They are as old as my mother, some older,
so that's how I've always identified them.
While we sit, and visit, and knit,
my granddaughter
plays quietly with her toys at the table.
So, somewhere between when I met them and now,
I guess, somehow, I joined the crowd.
I need to rethink that label.

by Paula D. Nevison

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Knitting at Panera Bread with Friends

Broccoli cheddar soup
with some carrots,
a tube of yogurt,
and Sierra Mist
(no high-fructose corn syrup).
She's not an amiable.
She's a 4 year old with an imagination,
who will sit and play quietly,
after she eats,
for almost two hours.

We brought Polly Pockets,
a carriage, a castle, a car.
I wove in the crochet ends,
and visited with my friends.
She took them, those ends,
her favorite play things, by far.

My old lady friends compliment her,
and sometimes give her a hug.
They think she's adorable.
She is. They're right. :)

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Friday, January 15, 2016

A Late Gift

A paper princess castle, and mini plastic princesses:
Princess Aurora, Ariel, Snow White, and Belle.
When you're four years old,
that is the best game in the world.
Of course, I totally agree.
I may be old, but I'm still a girl.

How do you upstage a princess game?
With a bike in a box (training wheels included),
Princess Elsa, and Anna, adorned.
It finally came today!
The puzzle of pieces assembled by Uncle Joe,
we went outside to play.

by:  Paula D. Nevison 

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Drive Carefully

A dog died.
Not mine.
But a dog I saw,
then went back to help find.
A little Chihuahua mix
hit by a car on Hillcrest.
Lily said, “Mom, you don't have to cry.”
Couldn't help it. It died. I cried.
Too many distracted drivers on the roads.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Pop-Up Magic Castle Game

When I was young,
my grandpa played games with me,
specifically, Monopoly.
We played for eternity,
happily, or so it seemed to me.

Now I play with my granddaughter,
Pop-Up Magic Castle.
It has princess dollies
that move around the board,
land on rocks, or villains,
and when lucky, land on gems.
Then we get to pick tokens,
and move ahead six bonus,
until a princess
goes up the paper steps
into the castle to win.
Then we start again.
I finally understand
my grandpa as the man.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Good News

I got a call.
It woke me up.
"We got your dog.
Come pick him up."
It was the pound.
Our Duke was found!

by:  Paula D. Nevison 

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

New Year's Dinner

New Year's dinner,
all the kids came over.
We actually all got along.
At least until midnight,
when my baby got uptight
after being picked on all night
by her sister-in-law.

I call the evening a success,
after Christmas Eve's big mess.
Dead dogs, then jail, and “Come outside,”
was said by eldest male.
No fight broke out at grandma's house,
though emotions bubbled over.
I postponed our Christmas dinner.
Nobody came. It was not long enough.
Too many feathers had been ruffed.

New Year's brought a brand new start.
Just long enough to scab the heart.

by:  Paula D. Nevison