FROM POETRY TO FRY BREAD…I’VE LOST CONTROL OF MY BLOG..

 

YOUR LITTLE GIRL

Baby dolls, Teddy Bears, little lace dresses

Rosy cheeks, dimples and paper doll messes.

Pouty and precious, with bows in her hair,

Toads, frogs and spiders all give her a scare.

 

Lip gloss and diaries, dances and boys,

Trips to her room, saying, “Turn down the noise!”

A phone call…broken heart…so many tears,

Long talks till midnight with some of her peers.

 

Your sweet baby girl, now a woman “full blown”,

Who brings you to tears when she “goes it alone”.

You watch and remember…not so long ago

When you and  YOUR mother had gone toe to toe.

 

And as the years pass in the blink of an eye

You’ll look back and smile..you’ll look back and cry.

Who is this young woman so strong and so true?

The reflection you see in her eyes…well, it’s YOU!!!

                                                   D. Cave

 

 

YOUR LITTLE BOY

It’s frogs in pockets, shoeless feet,

And kneeless jeans with worn out seats.

It’s trucks and cars and things that ZOOM!

And make a raceway through his room.

 

It’s runny noses, toothless grins

And Power Ranger vitamins!

It’s Little League and running bases,

Dirty fingernails and faces.

 

And as he grows, so strong and tall

You won’t forget when he was small.

Is this grown man the same young boy

Whose crooked smile brought so much joy?

 

But, rest assured that he’s still there,

He’s just INSIDE this man, somewhere.

Your “little boy”, who’s grown so wise

Cannot deny, cannot disguise….

That same old smile , those sparkling eyes…

                                                   D. Cave

  I gave copies to each of my kids…

 

  I’m not sure I mentioned that I write poetry on occasion….It’s cathartic for me…I seem to get some feeling of satisfaction in putting poetry on paper….When we became Grandparents, it was one of our life’s grandest adventures!…About 2 years ago, I decided to write a poem for my children…to let them know how fast those their children will become men and women right before their eyes…Above poems are my two feeble attempts at doing that…

..Ok, enough of the sappy stuff…I DO love to write poems..but the mood has to strike me….I also like to act off and get nutsy..find a laugh wherever I can..as you all well know!! 

Yesterday Sam posted his famous Pizza tips on his blog..and I discovered that we do some things with our pizza making the same.  His cheeses are a little different, but our pizzas have quite a  few things in common…That’s the beauty of pizza…You can make it your own by tweaking it to suit you..What’s  your favorite pizza??

….Yesterday was so damn darn cold  I never left the house.  It was an Arctic –9 degrees when we woke up….I turned on the radio and heard them say the wind chill was –20…WHAT???  I figured I should put on 2 pair of sweats …and I I was quite content to stay on the INSIDE of my back door!!!   This cold weather means comfort food…homemade beef vegetable soup…OH YEA…YUMMO!!

 

When we were in Arizona at Hickiwan Trails RV Park , some of the Native American women from the Tohono O’Odham Nation came into the park to cook their famous Indian fry bread…

 

 

SIMILAR TO PIZZA, YET DIFFERENT….AND OOOOOOOH SO GOOD!

 

 

 

Welcome new followers  THE OLD GEEZER,(Dennis, did you just join our blog?), and  Deborah..Boy did you pick a screwed up blog to get mentioned in…my apologies…I mistakenly think I can multi-task  in my blogs…turns out I cannot….And…..this has been yet ANOTHER strange blog “run amok”….I change directions so fast it can make your neck snap just trying to keep up…Tomorrow night is “date night”…..I’m thinking of donning my Eskimo gear complete with mukluks and furry collar before I venture outside for a cocktail at the Moose Lodge…My next post will be Sunday…BEARS VS. PACKERS day….My son AND son-in-law managed to finagle tickets to the game…Now that’s gonna be COLD!  GO BEARS!!

THANKS FOR TOLLERATING MY PSYCOTIC,  FLIPPANT SEGUES FROM POETRY TO FRY BREAD….I’M A WET MESS, EH??