Friday, August 27, 2021

#PoetryPals: What the Smidgey Knows

This month's Poetry Peeps challenge was one that spoke to me. 

Because my dog speaks to me.*

The poetry challenge is to write in the style of Jane Yolen's eight line, rhyming poem, "What the Bear Knows", a poem written to celebrate her 400th book, Bear Outside.

I love me a good challenge.

And nothing is more challenging than our little dog, Smidgey

(Just kidding, she's actually a delight.)

Are you talking about me?

What the Smidgey Knows

 

Food in a bowl.

Smushed for old lady teeth.

A nest of hairy blankets.

Oversized pillow underneath.

 

The length of the leash,

so many smells to sniff.

Scrubbed in the tub,

when people catch a whiff.  

©2021, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.
 

*did I mention I am a fledgling empty nester? 

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Thursday, August 19, 2021

Grond Girl

I'm baaaccckkk.....

I am finally back at my Swiss keyboard after spending the last 7 weeks in the United States.

It was an emotional roller coaster of a trip. (understatement)

The main order of business was repatriating and celebrating our youngest daughter, Maureen's launch into adulthood.

I won't bore you with the *feels* of saying goodbye to my just-turned-18-year-old, but there is no doubt in my mind that she will. be. just. fine

In fact, I know she will THRIVE in this new phase of her life.

Another order of business hugging my oldest daughter, Colleen after 18 months - and of course, taking many selfies with her:

Pismo Beach, CA

 

We also visited family. Lots. Of. Family.









 And the final order of business for our trip was getting all the things we can't get here in Switzerland.

4 checked bags worth!

From food:

To home furnishings:
Blackout curtains (installation pending)

To personal care items...

Now, if you are a regular reader here at wee words for wee ones you may have seen some of the throw back pictures I sometimes post. In those pictures you may have noticed that my hair was brunette back in the day.

But premature graying (in my early 20's!) drove me to the bottle...the bottle contained inside a box of American drug store hair color.

Wash away the gray and go grond! (gray+blond=grond)

grond girl!

 My poem today is a rainbow reflection on my trip abroad.

red 

- my eyes from allergies, insomnia, and tears

 orange

- two birthday goldfish, Squeak and Squish, whose bubble surfing intermittently distracts someone from missing her dog

yellow

- my hair because life is short, my gray came early, so I went blond. And with my American supply, I have enough now to dye another day

green

- tiny Matchbox car rolling over carpet, couches, and legs, driven by an almost two-year-old who holds the key to many hearts

blue

- someone's pillow tucked under her arm, spilling into the narrow aisle on the airplane so she can lay her head on something familiar in her new home

violet

- the circles under my eyes matching the sky above the mountains just before the sun appears dawning a new day on this side of the world

©2021, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

 

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