Dedicated to Nadia and Ayden,
my dear grandchildren who contributed to the poem
with rhyming lines and stocking feet!
Green socks, red socks!
Everybody loves socks!
Perhaps the pink sock went out for the day
In any case, its partner is here to stay
Oh glorious purple, how beautiful your hue
But the other is lost, so what should I do?
The Green Bay Packer sock went out for a touchdown
While this one is left in the bleachers with a sad frown
Oh, you with the beautiful orange and green stripes
What an adornment you were, with the St. Patrick’s Day pipes!
Twenty odd colors of blue, who would suspect such a queue?
How I long for a simple, marching parade of two!
Did you ever think black had so many shades?
My shoes are protesting and formed a blockade!
Red, purple, green, yellow and blue
Too many socks, I do not know what to do!
Now there are five wiggling toes looking at me~
Where, oh where, can the other five be?
Their partners have left them stranded here alone
No forwarding address, no texting, no micro smart phone!