ZANDER
Zander, Liz’s young
Michigander, is a spruced
Goose soon to be loose
DRK
4/1/23
THANKS TO OLIVIA
Olivia came to live with us
and she brought her mommy too
Now we have pretty furniture,
new rugs and a piano – who
do you think is learning
“Doe, a deer, a female deer . . .?”
Olivia came to live with us
and now we’re learning to share
our dog and minivan
but we don’t care;
she brought more grandparents
an aunt and uncles.
Fair is fair.
Olivia came to live with us
and now we can’t sit still
we’ve traded cable for
tennis, swimming,
dance and yoga
to name a few.
They say it’s all to have some fun
but it makes us sleepy too.
Olivia came to live with us
and helped us shape our ship
we’ve planted a garden
trimmed the yard
and generally fixed things up.
We even took a trip
to Disney World
and did it up
real proud.
Olivia came to live with us
now there’s music everywhere
for Livi’s mom sings, plays and teaches at the U.
She taught us handbells and
‘Tho we struggle to reach the keys and pedals
we’re learning piano too.
Olivia came to live with us
I guess our daddy liked her some
because he married her mom.
Dennis R. Keefe
September 6, 2007
EMILY GOES TO SCHOOL
Emily’s family has a new focus this year
For Emmy’s first school day is finally here.
Preschool is done
Kindergarten roundup was fun.
Now play days are school days,
Just beginning the run
Through teachers and friends,
Classes and grades,
Year after year.
Will it ever be done?
They will help her get better
At this and at that
Learning numbers, letters
And how to spell “CAT.”
Ideas will be led through her mind
In formations of phrases,
New words and new books;
Adding, subtracting and art --
She may learn to cook,
As she discovers the gold mine
That is hers for a lifetime
One that will deepen, grow bigger --
Similar, but different
From yours and from mine.
Thanks, mom and dad,
For getting her here;
The time will go fast,
And you will be proud;
Just remember your role in the cast
You can’t cheer too loud.
Dennis R. Keefe, August 25, 2003
March 25, 2023
A LITANY TO ALYSSA
on the Transition to Three
At last, it’s time
We can all breathe free
Alyssa’s turned three.
Was she a “terrible two?”
She’s probably like me and like you.
Determined to
Have her own way
Now that she’s three
will she need less attention?
“Stop, look and listen to me.”
ON THIS TRIP, WHO WILL TAKE ALYSSA WITH THEM?
When she had our attention what did she do?
How many things can a two-year-old do?
With two sisters to teach her
Throw toys
Smear chocolate
Hit boys
Girls, dogs and anyone else
Spill drinks
Talk a blue streak
Drip bottles on the floor
Empty trash cans and table drawers
Harass Kaylee,
Demand candy
And climb a tree --
Two hands, better than one;
Putting Papa on the run
By hanging and screaming,
“Come and get me!”
OH, WE’LL TAKE HANNAH WITH US!
Everyday’s adventure is
A test of you and what’s new
It’s all new at two,
Just try it and see --
Society’s expectations
Will be met
Later, alligator.
EMILY CAN COME WITH US!
“Three” must be here
She’s snuggling and reading,
Swimming and diving,
She cleaned a mess
And apologized
“I’m sorry I broke your doll.”
There is hope for us all.
WE’LL TAKE EMILY AND HANNAH WITH US
Was she naughty enough to be a good two,
Or just adequate?
A real handful
Or an angelic armful?
You call it.
For me she was terrible at being a two.
SO HAND HER TO ME --
fun it will be
to see her through three.
ALYSSA IS COMING WITH ME!.
Dennis R. Keefe
January 7, 2004
March 25, 2023
DINING FINE
A forkful of lobster
From a surf and turf meal
Dripping drawn butter across a baked potato
Savor with
Sauvignon Blanc
Then, the turf
Prime rib
With just a taste of fat
Juicy
Cabernet
Repeat
I love it with that butter drenched baked potato
And the salad that was served first
Happy birthday to me
Do you have a favorite meal?
Is it enjoyed best in the company of others
Maybe on a regular basis?
My bit of decadence does not socialize well
Regular servings would be lonely meals
I thought of this as I watched a woman
Eating at one of my favorite restaurants
Her dinner, surely, reflected her personal choices
Why not?
She was dining alone
I wondered if the meal measured up
Hard to tell
She just
Ate
The restaurant’s favorites were at her bidding
She chose baked lasagna with garlic toast
And, for starters, one of those pour-your-own drink glasses
For me, that would have meant, martini
But only she knows what she was drinking
There was no one there to affirm it
She was elderly, quite so, not attractive, visually emotionless
I am thinking, main meal
Mid-day
With leftovers for later
It would have been nice if those leftovers
Had been planned with someone else in mind
Someone at home
Who might enjoy sharing them
Or raise an eyebrow
About the costs
DRK
9/1/22
9//23/22