Category: Poetry

The Dock…

Growing up in Miami

we were lucky to live on a canal.

Lucky because there was so much

that happened on the dock.

Just sitting with our feet in the water

helped to cool us on a hot summer day.

We had a very small boat anchored

that offered adventure as we paddled through the water.

We had homemade fishing poles:

sticks with a bit of bread tied to the end of the string.

And we felt such excitement when we actually caught a fish,

although we quickly threw it back.

Every spring the ducks would come quacking

with their dozen babies following behind.

The bread was handy again as we fed them

and pet the soft fur of the smallest ones.

And sometimes we even took a quick dive in

and splashed about with glee.

That was so many years ago,

but I will always remember

the fun times as we sat

on the dock…

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

 

 

 

The Nuggets…

They are two of a kind:

the nuggets.

My great-nephews

whose ages are four and five.

It seems that just yesterday

they were babies.

And then they crawled

and walked.

And now they are two individuals

with personalities all their own.

As I watched them this previous weekend

I pondered how time moves so quickly.

It seems just yesterday

their dad was a nugget himself.

Dashing about as only children do

exploring the unknown world.

And now he’s a successful adult

with children of his own.

And in what will seem like a blink of an eye

the nuggets will have nuggets of their own, too.

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

Reunion Time…

40+ family members come together

to hang out on Melbourne Beach.

We gather under umbrellas

and chill on the chaise lounges.

We play football, baseball,

and boogie board in the surf.

We swim in the pool

and relax in the hot tub.

We take over restaurants

and dine like kings.

We talk, tell stories, and laugh; 

Oh, how we laugh!

We take so many pictures;

some formal and some not.

They’ll be compiled into an

amazing book for next year.

We gather in the party room

and tell tales of years past.

We are loud, and

we are fun.

We gaze joyfully at Mom and Dad

who got this incredible group started back in 1957.

And are grateful that they, along with Tammy, Bob,

and others lend their talents to make this happen.

Our time to visit.

Our time to catch up.

Our reunion…

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)