A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
One day little Kelsey was sittitng on my lap. I can't remember what we were discussing, but her experssion changed from paying attention to examination of my face. "What is it Kels?" I asked. She often would make the same expression when she was curious about something. She would tilt her head and pucker her lips. "Colleenie, what are those pokie things?" She said pointing to my face. "What pokie things?" I asked. "You know, those pokie things way up in your nose!" She said. "You mean my nose hair?!" I laughed. "Oh, is that what those are? Cause to me they sure look pokie to me." She said.