Thursday, November 7, 2013

MALL MICE (They're baaaaack!) :)

Once upon a mall, there lived a family of mice,
Some of them were naughty, but most all of them were nice,
Some of them were gray, and some were brown, and some were white,
But all of them were wise enough to just stay out of sight.

The shoppers, busy shopping, never noticed them at all,
For nobody suspected there were Mall Mice in the mall,
Until a baby mouse got stuck inside the Mall Toy Store,
While playing hide-and-seek with his mice cousins, night before.

It ran around in panic. It could not open the door!
And it got awful frightened there, alone in that toy store.
"Someone come and help me!" the wee mouse squee-squeaked and cried,
It couldn't budge the door, although it tried and tried and tried.

The poor mouse grew so tired that it cried itself to sleep
Between some woolly teddy bears, and cozy cuddly sheep.
Soon the wool grew itchy, and the mouse began to wriggle -
A young clerk saw the woolly toys begin to wiggle, wiggle

Timidly, upon a chair, climbed up the young salesclerk,
To see what made the stuffed toys move, then jumped back with a jerk!
"A MOUSE!" she screamed! "A MOUSE! A MOUSE!"

They heard her everywhere,
And all the morning shoppers started running, here and there -

They ran from shops, they ran to stairs, ran down up escalators,
Some slid on the banisters, some took the elevators!
They screamed in horror as they ran, scaring latecomers out -
"MICE!" they screamed, "MALL MICE!" they screamed,

as they raced all about!

Some ran to cars, some ran to trains, some took Bus Number 2,
(Even though that bus was only going to the zoo).
All around the city the mall people ran in fright,
They ran and ran and ran until they all ran out of sight.

And pretty soon the mall looked emptied out of every human,
No salesclerks, and no shoppers, not a single man or woman
Seemed left inside the mall, and no one now would go in there,
The mall became deserted. From beneath a woolly bear

The little mouse crept out to spy, and seeing all was clear,
It called out to its family: "Come out! See! No one's here!"
The mice tip-toed out carefully, then saw that it was true,
The mall was quite deserted; not a human was in view.

The Mall Mice were delighted, there was no one there at all
To keep them now from doing what they loved to, in the mall -
They tried on hats, they tried on clothes, they rode toy trains and cars,
And when they all got hungry, they raced down to the food bars.

They had a mouse-y party, slurping burgers, fries and shakes,
And sipping bubbly sodas, munching crullers, candies, cakes,
They even ate some crazy things that odd mice seem to love
But never get a chance to eat. (One even ate a glove).

When suddenly, they heard a cry from somewhere in the mall,
A cry as if a baby was inside somewhere … and all
The mice began to chitter and to look here, there, and there,
To see just where the cry was coming from, just where where where?

When right outside the Candy Shoppe, they spied a baby child,
Crying crying crying, then it stopped crying and smiled
When it saw the tiny mice, peeking so curiously,
And chittering and chattering and squeaking "Squee! Squee! Squee!"

"Someone's left a BABY here!" the mousy moms exclaimed!
"Oh, we've got to help it … it must need its diaper changed!"
Down to the mall drugstore they sent all of the micey men,
And back they came with diapers, talcum, food and milk, and then

The mousey moms all helped to clean and change the baby’s diaper,
And then they took the baby food and fed her. One said, "Wipe her
Mouth with some soft tissues." 'Twas a Granny mouse, and she
Began to sing mouse lullabies, so soft and Granmousely.

Pretty soon, all changed and fed and powdered every place,
The little baby fell asleep, a smile upon its face.
The mother mice stood guard, the daddy mice remained there, too,
Just in case the mommies needed more errands to do.

When to their eyes, and their surprise, they saw a mall guard come,
With a frantic lady. "She must be the baby's mum!"

It seemed this mom had fainted in a dressing room, somewhere
When she heard that cry of “MICE!”, and no one saw her there.
That’s when her baby crawled away, back to the Candy Shoppe
Where it had seen a green and red and orange lollipop!
The mommy mice squeaked, flittering. They ran inside a cup-
board, as the baby's mommy came and scooped her baby up.
She quickly checked and found someone had fed and cleaned her child,
And saw that it was cared for, and then suddenly she smiled -

She spied the diapers and the food, the mice prints in the powder,
And adding up the mousy clues, the mommy’s voice grew louder.
"The Mall Mice saved my baby!", cried the mother, with a tear,
"Oh, everyone! Do come and see! The Mall Mice have been here!"

And soon the people flooded back to the deserted mall,
And started leaving cookies for the Mall Mice, as they all
Marveled at the story of the brave, brave little mice,
Who cared for the small baby, (which proved mice are awful nice).

They all now get on famously, and when shoppers recall
The story of the Mall Mice, they are proud that in
their mall
The mice are so courageous and so kindly as to dare
To look after a baby with such tender, mousy care.

(But, deep within, the mommy mice still wish with all their might
Someone would leave another infant in the mall, some night,
So they could change its diaper, feed it food, and then would see
Another baby smile at them,
As happy as could be!)

The End!!!

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


O ... M ... GOSH!
I actually succeeded in publishing my fairy tale
for Kindle
on AMAZON!!!

I am sooooo proud of myself!
Being a complete (and I mean TOTAL)
Computer Iggoramus,
I still managed to DO IT!

(Admittedly, it's not a purrrrfeKt job,
but hey ...
it's my first attempt!
I'm sure(?) I'll get better with each
new work I publish!

(Hopefully, the correKt answer is *right*! ;)

Please go to Amazon and check it out?
At $2.99 a copy, I shall be rich rich rich
in no time at all!
(Meanwhile ... um ...
couldja lend me 5 bucks?)


Monday, August 5, 2013

Did you know *things* as a child that you've forgotten since? Yeah ... me too. :)

I Used To Know ...

I used to know the Wind's real name
And where she came from, when she came -
She'd trim the wings of sailing boats
In billowed swirls of petticoats,
Or toss her hair and leaves would fly
Like flames across a cobalt sky.

Sometimes at night she'd stamp and weep
And wake me from my nested sleep,
Or part the dragon-clouds and spill
Bright stars across my window sill,
Then dance through trees, from bower to bough,
And where she went,
I used to know ...


Thursday, July 25, 2013

Off to Cape Cod.
See you when (IF?) I return!  ;)
Everybuddy STAY WELL!

<3 <3 <3

Enough nonsense ... let's get Sirius!

The Gypsy Moon, who begs her Light,
Knows all about the Haunts of Night;
Terrored by her bankruptcy,
She steals the Sun's gold solvency,
Pawns it for a silvered mien
And so begins her Regents Reign.
But Sirius, who owns this right,
Who knows the Moon belongs to Night,
Will not be stilled. He whispers "Thief!"
She turns, in shame, to hide her grief.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Time for some (more) silly stuff:

Veggie-Table Manners

Do not stare at potato eyes,
Or, if you do - apologize!
And when you butter up corn, dear,
No need to whisper in its ear.
Don't try to squeeze some whites or yolk
From an eggplant. Do not poke
A pickled pepper. Don't squish squash,
And please do not spear mint, by gosh!
Do not pinch herbs. Do not split peas.
Don't overdress your salad, please,
Just do good veggie-deeds all day,
And for your wilted lettuce pray.
Announcement: TaDah!

Coming soon (I hope) to a blog near you (i.e., Marytales), a little
Mary Tale I'm currently working on called "SARA, THE STOAT".
IF I finish it, illustrations and all, you will see it here.

Also ... I may have broken my painting *block*. Fingers (and
eyes) crossed! :)

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Loopy Nonny? Really?

Okay ...
really. ;)

 (English translation of the above text):
My special older person name is Mary,
but I call her Nonny.  She is artistic because she
paints, sketches and writes. She's creative because
she writes her own songs. She is silly.  We call her
Loopy Nonny.  She is an artist.  I love playing with her and going plases with her.



Saturday, July 6, 2013

Tommy ... Forever Loving

My Tommy ... Forever Loving

The above is my grandson Tommy's
school essay
written at the age of 9
on a sheet of looseleaf paper.
I treasure this more than gold
and carry a copy of it with me
wherever I go.
The original is on my refrigerator.
In case it's too hard to read
Tommy's handwriting up above,
I've typed a copy below,
just as Tommy wrote it:
Nonny (Grandma)
My Nonny is very old
but still plays with me. Last summer
she even had catch with me! Some-
times when she comes over she plays
video games with me. I think it is
amazing that she can still play with
me at her age!
When it's my birthday
Nonny gives me great presents. This
year for my birthday my mom and her
got me a $125 gift card
to toys-r-us! For Christmas she
got me two $50 video games. One
year for no reason at all she got
me and my brother a $250 chess
set! Presents are not the only
reason my nonny is my favorite
My nonny is fun. She
goes everywhere with my family.
Sometimes she goes to new york with
us even florida sometimes. She has
great plans (I guess that's where my mom
got it from). At disny me my mom, dad
and nonny all went on most
of the rides. They all took turns
going on the roller coasters with
me even my nonny!
Well you might think your
grandma is better, but I could
never ask for a better grandma
then my nonny.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Oh, Happy Daze!

Halloween masquerade party at our house.

(John gave me the happiest days of my life.
Today would have been our 55th wedding anniversary!)

Miss you always <3

Saturday, May 18, 2013

And whatta
<3 <3 <3

(Please ignore the handwritten message at the end!
Hee hee hee!)


Ever get a
Mothers Day Card
that just warms your heart
and soul?

I DID!!!

(not the most perfect reproduction
but I did my best. ;)

Hope every mom had a
Happy Mothers Day!


Friday, May 10, 2013

Friday, April 12, 2013

I know this is unusual, but please click on the link and read.

It's something I would like you to know about my awesome daughter,
her wonderful family, and about my beloved, gentle grandson.
And about a young man of good heart who made a mistake.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Essence of Tommy

Blessed are the souls that sing;
A smile their song, laughter their words,
Whose hearts, though burdened, still take wing
Like radiant Sunbirds.

Though Life could sink them with its weight,
Or pinion them with care,
And rein them Earthbound, chained by Fate,
They much prefer the air.

In their bright, empyrean flight,
They carry us along,
And we, like tagtails, hang on tight –
Enchanted by their song.

Happy Easter,
Happy Holidays,
especially to all the "Blessed Souls". <3


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

A tree came down in my front yard,
I’d never noticed it ‘til now,
Its rugged trunk, its ragged bough
Had kept the sun from shining hard.
It was this tree diffused the light,
Its limbs selecting out which beams
Should enter, in bright-ribbon streams,
Our fronted rooms, to light them right.
It served its purpose quietly –
Living, I never gave it aught
Except indifference, never thought,
But dying, made its mark on me.
This is a sketch of my son, Chip, age about 6.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

 The Waterbed Sea


Melinda went to sleep in her waterbed,

(Not on it, but in it, is what I said,)

Took not a mask, not a snorkel nor fin,

Just a deep breath and she jumped right in.


//Swim, sweet Melinda,

Swim peacefully,

Down to the bottom

Of the Waterbed Sea. //


Down swam Melinda in the Waterbed Sea,

Past tiny Guppies and the Abalone,

Past pirate ships sunken long ago,

With pirate crews singing “Yo ho ho!”


Down where the Mollies and the Mullets play,

Down where the Minnows dart, and grasses sway,

Where Starfish twinkle in the Waterbed Sky,

With Mermaids singing her a lullaby.


And little Seahorses pulling little sea carts,

Filled with pretty flowers from the flower marts,

Showered her with petals, filling all the Sea

With Irises and Roses and Anemone.


Down past the bottom of the Wishing Wells,

Where all wishes go that one never tells,

There swam Melinda so contentedly,

Down to the bottom of the Waterbed Sea!


The Sea Lions roared, the Salmon spawned,

The Skate skated by, and the Oysters yawned,

The Porgies and Bass sang songs of The Deep,

And soon sweet Melinda would be fast asleep.


Down, down she floated to her Oyster bed,

With soft pink Sponges pillowing her head,

A seaweed blanket kept her nice and warm,

And all the Angel Fishes guarded her from harm.


//Sleep, sweet Melinda,

Sleep peacefully,

There at the bottom

Of the Waterbed Sea. //


This is actually a song, but you should count your lucky stars you can’t hear me singing it. ;)


Monday, March 18, 2013



Streets paved with gold and angel-song
Seem right to me
When Earth goes wrong -
Elysium’s unspoiled delights
Can leaven sober-sided nights,
But when lace-whisperings of Spring
Publish their green-silk flowering
Then Heaven can wait -
Just let me be!
Earth gone right
Is Heaven enough for me.
The sketch is of my daughter, Chrissy, when she was about 5 years old.


Saturday, March 16, 2013


David ith my dentith,
He thaved my every tooth.
Too bad he drilled my gumth tho low,
Too bad my jawbone had to go,
Too bad my tongue got in the way
When he drilled on me yetherday -
But, David ith my dentith,
He thaved my every tooth,
And what a laugh we got when he
Gave me (quite acthidentally)
A total tonthilectomy –
(And billed me for it, too … tee hee)!
Yeth, David ith my dentith,
He thaved my every tooth!
He took off every bit of tar
And made them whiter white by far -
Hey! Wanna thee how great they are?
He thaved them
Over in that jar!
(I once wrote this about my dentist, David, and I gave him a copy.
Next time I saw him, this was hanging up on his wall.;)

Thursday, March 14, 2013


The Night Garden

She comes at night in shadowplay
And bends to blooms along the way;
Gentian, Michaelmas and Rose
Strew her pathway,
Raise dark fingers to her light,
As does Alyssum, moonkissed, white.
A vesper sparrow softly sings
Its green-earth news of wildering things
That dwell in distant arbored rooms
Where Maidenmist and Plantain blooms
Then, just before Apollo wakes,
She spreads her mantle, and she makes
A bower of Dianthus sweeps
Where Proserpine, my lady, sleeps.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013


Bee's in
And the
Fleas 'n
That bite -
Nit, gnat,
Midge, mite!
Lord what's
Oh, drats!

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Little Teen, Who Clothes Thee?
                               (With apologies to William Blake)

  Little teen, who clothes thee?
                                                  Dost thou know who clothes  thee?

Pays the bills that let thee buy
Everything that meets thine eye,
Pre-washed denims, miles too tight,
Bean boots, tee shirts of delight,
Which all end up on the floor
Whilst thou goes collecting more?
                                                Little teen, who clothes thee?
                                                Dost thou know who clothes  thee?

                                                Little teen, I’ll tell thee –
Quit texting, I’ll tell thee -

He is called by thy name,
Not thy first, thy surname,
He is meek and he is mild,
But his name is not Rothschild;
When he sees thy latest bill,
Thee’ll know what’s meant by “Dressed to kill!”

Little teen, God help thee
To get a job to clothe thee!


Friday, March 8, 2013

Tattle Tale Snow

I see by the imprints;
The small weave and thrum,
That the gray squirrel
And sleek cat have come,
And I mean to follow -
Wherever they go -
In the feint silence
Of tattle tale snow.


Monday, March 4, 2013

The Blue Iris

They grew, those iris,
in our ragged little backyard in the city
when I was a young girl —
their gracefully cupped petals
and trailing falls
rising above most other growth nearby.
We called that yard "our garden",
but it was a wild affair:
moonseed tangling with tea roses for supremacy
along the derelict fence;
basil, marjoram and mint
in fragrant bandy
by our kitchen door;
varicolored morning glories
and scarlet four 0'clocks
riotously dividing up the day.
But it was the blue iris —
smelling so incredibly blue,
(or so it seemed to my young mind),
that have always lit my memory.
We never tended them,
fed or divided them,
as knowledgeable gardeners would —
we never knew we should,
they grew for us
year after year.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Child Within

You try to hide,
But I know who you are –
Big as an Atom,
Small as a Star -
You’re the Wind when it whistles
Fires that flame
All of the Known
And Unknown
 Without name,
You’re the Calm and the Quiet,
The Truant and Free;
You’re All the Wide World
I know you,
You’re Me.

Monday, February 25, 2013


The Woods are dressed;
They wear their green and leafy airs
With mystery,
Yet all the secrets they contain
They offer to reveal to me
If I'll but walk among the moss,
The sorrel and the blue vervain,
And search the leaves and limbs and roots
For tendered truths,
But all in vain.

I sense the Whispered Wildness hush
To watch the solvings I may do,
Then sigh for poverties of mind
That make me blind
To every clue.


Friday, February 22, 2013


I used to know the Winds real name,
And where she came from, when she came;
She'd trim the wings of sailing boats
In billowed swirls of petticoats,
Then shake her hair, and leaves would fly
Like flames across the cobalt sky.

Sometimes at night, she'd stamp and weep
And wake me from my nested sleep,
Or part the dragon clouds and spill
Bright stars across my windowsill,
Then dance the trees, from bower to bough,
And where she went
I used to know ...