Doggie

is molesting our feet, when we sleep. Meanwhile he will use a pillow, a blanket, anything soft to pretend it is his mate. He also likes to be a peeping tom without a pay, just watches how people play. Observes human's habits since we didn't get him his partner, he gets what he gets. Are we going to put him sleep? No. He is just one young, healthy dog. He is our pet. R for people and puppies, too. Copy(c) Marie Neumann Summer 2014

Ireland - Irish

I have never been to Ireland and I don't know anything about it, so if you wish me to write something about this subject, I'll have to turn into a liar, and you'll know it. It's an island and it's green. I met many people around here with Irish roots. They have two ears, two eyes, one nose and one mouth. Some say it's big, some say nothing. My college at work asked me one year to wear green on St. Paddy's day. I liked her, so I did. I received a lot of attention that day. I even heard some compliments about my fanny. I like one musician group called Irish lads. Their songs are funny, many times naughty. I went to each of their concerts. I don't know if they still play, I will come to listen to them, but I will have to bring a friend with me, who will keep telling me, I don't drink. United States are one humongous melting pot and i think Irish melt rather well. What Irish brought to this melting pot. They are hard working, easy going and they like to laugh. At least those I know. What is a favorite meal? I would say everything, what is good. They like potatoes, I also like potatoes. One Czech comedian said his favorite meal is potatoes with rum and he asked for second and third helping of sauce. At each work I met at least one Patricia and I know Sharon. Yes, I would like to visit Ireland. A wheelchair, here we go. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann 2/14/2015 POW! assignment

A mirror

I am a mirror hanging on the wall, facing a window on the west side of the house, in the room on the second floor. I reflect four seasons, changing colors of the sky and during the night I absorb a night and stars looking into the window. I also see the most of the room, where I am hanging out. I can't see a carpet and running feet in dirty shoes, but I hear voices. One is scolding: “Why you didn't change your shoes downstairs? You brought all mud into your bedroom.” And a guilty one: “I'll change and vacuum the floor, mom.” I also can see a child sleeping under a blanket on the bed in the night. I don't look his way, so I will not bring some of my memories into his dreams. I rather look into the sky, quietly, motionlessly, steadily. I just reflect. I am the mirror. Copyright © Marie Neumann February 2015