“How Muchs Wower. Farmily By.
How much, Warmbe Warmann
Went 8…3 I,?
Steve & Brenda,
We Wish You a Merry Christmas.”
What does that even say???
(the Great Grandkids)
One family holiday, pine-scented day.
Oh, about a secret you just asked,
We’ve waited for this day!!!!!
Til many bedtime stories had passed,
To explain what these words, these words they say.
See, Great Grandma Brenda had a surprise.
She uncovered it late in her days.
Like magic, she could close her eyes,
And dancing words would meet her gaze, meet her gaze.
Dancing words??? Tell us more!
The three say attentively,
Legs crossed on the floor.
Grandma was a one-of-a-kind word wizard.
Oh, the fantasical things she would write and say.
Words would dance off her tongue like oil from a gizzard,
From her mouth they would play, they would play.
Speaking, writing things that sounded off
to our unmagical, untrained, un earing ear.
Words that would make the schmancy talker cough.
Were really quite sincere, quite sincere.
Tell us! Tell Us! Tell us what they mean!!
The three kids grinned head-wide
as they stared at my laptop’s screen.
So I pointed at the picture the word-wizard drew,
Words, wonder words– familiar and not– are there.
Some would scoff…and say “These are Word Stew!”
That is simply not fair…no not fair.
Let’s start with this: “How Muchs Wower”.
Just how much wower, is wower I ask?
About you kids a mere “wow” didn’t wow her.
Her brain-wand took that word to task, to task.
And what of “Farmily”? and oddball term.
Like mixing farm & family, the simple life
And “By” like the “sweet by and by” affirm.
A peaceful home with love and no strife, and no strife.
So, how much Warmbe Warmann? I thought.
Warmbe warmann every last bun
Poor Warmbe Warmann may now be hot.
Warmbe Warmann ain’t havin’ no fun.
“Went… 8…. 3…. I , ???” made very little sense.
Until sliced like cheese in a deli.
Went “ate”, 3 “I”‘s…….3 I’s?… I’m sooo dense!
Ahh… my I’s are bigger than my belly.
And she closed with a Christmas wish,
Never one to be rude, to be rude.
Hidden meaning, there was none here to fish.
She’d never spoil the holiday mood.
Lastly wasn’t words… but a pic.
Like a Seussian friend and his pup.
The dog had a squiggly wiggly schtik
So cute they ate it all up, ate it all up.
The great grandkids, with joy
Said “She was Magic with words!’
Then resumed tossing a toy.
While this isn’t a polished poem, as is the case with most of mine, it does point to one quick thought: Don’t hide your loved one with dementia away from the young kids…as long as everything is safe. If you have to, explain away the hard words and pictures or spin them into something magical instead. We are all different. We might as well learn that gently and lovingly early in life.
Update: Mom is about the same. I will Facetime with her tomorrow, but all indications are that the COVID-19 virus has stayed away from the Circus McGurkus she calls home.
Diet update: I was flat-lined on the scale this week and am still just over 50 pounds lost. It was a very hard week and the exercise was few and far between. I will take it. It is a marathon, not a sprint.