In her shoes continued

Remove the dentures gently wash them in warm water and gently put them back. Change the pull ups, place the john under them - smile. Talk to children, calm their worries. Hand rosaries, don't respond to curses. There is full moon tonight and you are on the grave shift. Change the diapers, call the priest, calm the fears. Call the doctor. In the morning strip the bed, change the sheets and say little prayer in the hurry for departed, when you are eating your breakfast. New patient is coming this morning. Change the diapers, shave the face, shampoo the hair. New patient is coming tonight - smile. Rest your feet. Copyright (c) 10/20/2009 Marie Neumann, Pottsville

In her shoes

You are teacher's aid today. You are in her shoes for one whole day. You are lucky you know the sign language. Change the diapers, wipe the behind. It's time to go to the nursing home. Change the diapers, wipe their behinds. One by one clean the beds,feed them breakfast, give them sponge bath, brush their hair, shave what has to be shaved, change their clothes - and smile.

Mosquito

I don't know why a mosquito is buzzing around my eye. It remembers each word I have ever said and I hear all of them back and it asks for more. I answer with a smile. I have to watch myself now. The mosquito wants my blood as reward for its sad life. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Stephenville,10/21/07

Paranoia

Paranoia bellows, wails and howls. Provoked roosters are fighting to the death. Egged dogs are ripping their muzzles. People set against each other slander, criticize, double-cross, cut their throats, gouge out the eyeballs. Goebbels is laughing. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Stephenville, Texas 2007

Mother

How many crisis daily has to solve mother of four? Bleeding nose, many cuts and bruises, siblings disputes, proper nutrition, diaper changes, potty training, endless dirty laundry, search for always lost socks, luck of sleep, which became chronic? How many crisis daily has to solve mother of five? Just little bit more. Copyright (c)10/2/09 Marie Neumann, New York

The garbage

Mmmm, yummy, garbage, tasty, smelly garbage... Anything in the black bag waiting on the sidewalk for the garbage day smells so good. She will not eat the food from her dish: leftovers, chicken skins, not even a fish. Throw it into the bag, take it outside and second day there are the holes in the bag and the garbage is spilled on the sidewalk. I thought about some hungry wild things like opossums, skunks, maybe foxes, stray cats, dogs ... What else is running hungry? One day I found out it was our domestic tabby feasting on scraps she refused to eat from her dish. Yummy, it must taste good. Copyright (c)9/8/2009 Marie Neumann Pottsville, PA

Water bed

We were selling a water bed. We purchased it from the husband's friend and the husband was dreaming about it for a long time. The water bed was an old type, with the drawers on the bottom. The water made waves when it embraced the lying bodies. I tried to sleep on it, but I started to have wild dreams about sleeping on the shallow water. The bed had to be heated, and an economical husband said it will be enough to lay on a comforter, and we will have not to use heat as much. When I wanted to turn around during the night, I wrapped myself into the nightgown so well I tore it. I solved the situation the crepe style: Jump and turn in the air. Then I moved out off the bed. We had a problem. After two years we were selling the water bed. Son, with the help of the hose, successfully emptied the water. The leftover of water, with the mattress, plopped over the metal catch, and it created a little hole in the rubber mattress. The husband drove to the store to buy a glue and rubber patches. He fixed the hole quickly, because the buyers were coming. We took all bed parts in the living room, and the couple was knocking on the door. Our four years old daughter was sitting in the living room corner and was observing quietly. Couple was wishing to have the water bed for a long time, and they asked why we were selling. "My husband loves it and I hate it." The woman was satisfied with the answer and prepared money. "There is a hole", came from the corner. The woman hesitated. We showed the rubber patches to the couple, added leftovers of patches and glue, and I took $25.00 of the price. The couple took the bed, and I promised to myself never ever to take our little daughter to any financial transactions in the future again. (c) 2007 Marie Neumann Stephenville, Texas