Little Lovely Leggings

Poems below if you are in a hurry! But this is a bit of background story.

My granddaughter dresses herself, and has for quite some time.  She is, after all, 4 years old.  She reminds me so much of my daughter - her mother - in so many ways.  The most obvious way is in her choice of clothing.  She has her own fashion sense, as many little girls do.  I enjoy seeing what she will pick out to wear when I am visiting.  She often changes clothes once or twice a day, which also reminds me of my daughter, and actually my grandmother - one outfit is not a "one moment fits all" kind of thing.  It could be tutu time.  Shopping is a different thing and may require different clothes from eating supper or coloring.

The last time I was there, she donned this outfit as we set out.

This is the same fashion sense my daughter had and has.  They can wear things that don't look like they go together, and then suddenly they do.  It is an outfit.  It looks good and stylish and sweet.  And I love it.

Little Lovely Leggings

Miss Leggings and I
went for a walk
and on the way
we had a talk
A talk of things
quite small
and high
of things quite far
and some just nigh
and learned we lots
of goodish things
of butterfliers
and birdly wings
of toadsome legs
and mushy's cap
and leaves that fall
on cricklet's nap
and when we went
along on home
we whispered to
a friendly gnome
that we would come
to play again -
I think tomorrow
may be when.

by Donna JT Smith, ©10/5/18

And all you need is a braid and a nice warm sweatshirt, in purple, and you are ready to face the world!
I want that outfit.

Play It Again

by Donna JT Smith
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the

day

I wear

this outfit

will be the day

they put me away

in a place with neutral

walls and quiet music and

probably no mirrors or anything

else breakable or able to remind me

of how I don't look the way I am picturing

in my mind that has slipped way back to an age

of yore and I am twirling round the floor on tiptoes to

the sounds of violins playing a waltz or maybe The Dance

of the Sugar Plum Fairies more likely and I will have a slight smile

on my face and my eyes will be closed and I will be humming along as

if no one were watching for that is the splendor of being a little girl who is four.

Last week while driving down to visit grandchildren in PA, I realized when I arrived I was making this statement:

I had gotten out of the car at rest stops and walked around like I was all put together.  I wonder if anyone noticed.  I saw no one looking at my feet.  I guess if you act put together, you are.  
After all, I have another pair almost identical still at home to wear next time.

Not a Pair

One doesn't need

two legs the same

I wore two shoes

my teacher's game

They didn't match

One pink one blue

The same for socks

opposing hues

Attention on 

The teacher's feet

Made learning fun

And kind of sweet

Students strove

To spy faux pas

And be the first 

To cry "Aha!"

Some days on purpose

Some days mistake

But always with a

Smile partake

in any fun of 

wrongful shoes

To laugh at self

You never lose.

by Donna JT Smith, 10/5/2018

PS: On purpose, when teaching first grade, I frequently wore a blue tennis shoe and a pink one, with opposite colored socks on each foot (blue shoe, pink sock - pink shoe, blue sock) and often added a pink troll head on the laces for extra pizazz).  Now when I'm mismatched it isn't really on purpose.  Sometimes it wasn't on purpose at school either when I had almost matching flats on.

Here's an example of one of my "not on purpose" times.  I noticed while riding in the car on the way to a meeting, too late to run back and change, of course:

Noticed in the car on the way to a meeting...

More links to blogs with Friday Poems can be found at Tabatha's blog, The Opposite of Indifference