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!