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!

chocolate morning delight


there was my grandson

standing by the cupboard

innocent witness to the chocolate mix coated countertop

with the milk gallon serendipitously teetering on its edge

and then the boy spoke,

“Nanny, Everybody knows you drink chocolate milk with a spoon!

It is the ONLY way it tastes any good…”

And with concentrated effort he continued to slurp the chocolate milk into his mouth!