A Better Cook Than Me

My husband cooks on the weekends,

sometimes during the week.

He's a better cook than I am.

He doesn't worry about calories.

He uses salt and butter,

just like Paula Deen,

and even though that is my name,

I can't bring myself to do the same.

I like food the way it is.

It needs no extra flavoring.

Simple, fresh, and raw,

on this I am unwavering.

So when my children ask,

and I tell them what I'm going to cook,

their faces change from inquisitive.

They give me that disgusted look.

But when they see their dad

sharpening knives at the table,

they know that he's about to cook

(and meat and cheese are his staple).

But seriously,

I CAN follow a recipe.

Yet he can improvise, and make a delicious surprise.

He is a better cook than I.

by:  Paula D. Nevison 

Ultrasound

A little boy,

bundle of joy,

being shy,

almost a surprise.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

For Ava, I am Strong

Money spent on drugs, not bills,

Cheeto vomit in the drive,

purple face, ambulance keeps him alive.

Swollen feet, heart is weak.

“Please don't leave. I'll quit, believe.”

Bruises, broken promises.

Little eyes witness it.

Sheriffs, warrants, pending court.

I don't want to give up.

He wants to make it work.

Happily-ever-after mirage turned nightmare

with man who only cares

when he's high on drugs.

But he loves drugs more,

just like before.

I cannot stay and fix this mess.

Two others tried, without success.

It's not about giving up on him.

It's about my daughter, and the child within.

I will do what's best for them.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

One

One baby,

only one.

She knows the names

she wants for a son.

Next visit

we will know

if boy or girls names

are the way to go.

Blue and yellow,

or a pink.

I'm knitting both.

What do you think?

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Happy Halloween

Forever Young

Beginning and End

One more week until

we find out if it's twins or not,

the beginning.

One more week until

my daughter gets her braces off,

the end.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

The Never Ending Edge

The never ending edge,

or so it seems,

1,216 stitches.

Knit two together, slip it back.

Knit two together, slip it back.

Again, and again.

The last row was two days of patient work.

Until finally

I'm finished,

but not yet.

Weave in the beginnings

and the ends of yarn,

or all that work could fall apart.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

The first of three baby blankets from "Another Excuse to Knit"