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My “Dropsies” Angel…


I have a dropsies angel
I’m just sure it’s true
Who sometimes takes time off
With other things to do
I can’t say I blame him
He really is overworked
Very little down time
Oh, the effort he must exert

I’m sure he has to prioritize
Just to keep things straight
Remaining vigilant
While, for the unexpected, he lies in wait
For the next clumsy spill
Or carelessly broken glass
The multitude of injuries
I must have slipped past

I’m grateful for the assignment
Of an angel of his persuasion
With so few days off
For illness or vacation
I can only imagine
How bad things would be
If I didn’t have an angel
Assigned for dropsies

So I express my gratitude
For all it is you do
My expressed appreciation
Is long overdue

©E.D. Allee

September 28, 2013

At The Roller Rink…


The excitement grows as we approach the rinks’ entrance

Once inside, we try to contain ourselves, but we CAN’T!

Instant smiles, instant joy, we race to get our skates

“Here’s your wristband”; “Regular, or in-line?”; “What size do you take?”


The décor is so bright and groovy; the walls are painted in colorful carpet

As we walk we scan those walls with our hands, risking rug burn- and we like it!

Sparkly disco balls hang in the rink softly darkened

Spinning in slow circles, while to eighties music our ears hearken


Laser beams of fluorescent green are shot randomly from the low ceiling

And there is the alluring smell of nachos and pizza continually cooking


We receive our skates and lace them up; now we are ready to roll

Then we enter that smooth wood surface hoping not to fall!

We take that first glide, one foot in front of the other, starting slowly

A little rusty at first, but it’s like riding a bike; we quickly gain confident speed


People are zooming by, crashing into each other, and often brake by slamming into the walls

And sometimes when some speed demon passes, it’s hard not to fall

Contact with the ground isn’t friendly on the rump, but we get up and start again quickly

Acting as if nothing happened, pridefully hoping in vain that no one has seen


We skate free, rounding lap after lap, it’s like we’re flying we pretend

And we love the feeling of speed, and on our face, constant wind

Many people surround us, yet we skate as superstars in our own movie

Waving to our friends and family in the audience as if we were something to see


Races are held to determine superiority in the category of fastest skater

There are winners and losers, good sports and haters

We do the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance- can you believe it?!

Everyone looks silly. A break from formality… what a gift!


Time ticks away, and we start to get hungry and tired

We get some pizza and a drink, and we rest for a while

Then it’s time to take those skates off and give them back

A little sad, but mostly we remember the fun we’ve just had!


We can’t wait to come back and do it all over again

Next time maybe that race we’ll win!

We’ll hold onto the lights, smells, and sounds within our memories

Until once again we return… to the skating rink!

©E.D. Allee

March 30, 2012  –  Written as a revisiting adult with my nieces… after a very long hiatus!

She Believes In Unicorns…




Some say they live in myths alone, only in foolish fantasies do they dwell

Yet they exist so strongly in a child’s dreams and heart- that, belief alone, makes them real


She’s ventured far off, into a beautiful forest with descending leaves of gold, orange, and red

Oblivious to peril, her curious and adventurous heart followed the sounds of water ahead

Desiring to touch the cool waters, faster and deeper into the cumbersome woods she strayed

With the perceived comfort and safety her teddy-bear companion consistently gave


She encountered fallen trees, and playfully dodged downed limbs and rocks

Yet the suns’ quick fade escaped her recognition, and she unknowingly became lost

She was delighted upon arrival… the stream was everything she imagined, fast flowing, clear, and serene

And straight away she unleashed her toes and surrendered them to the stream


Although she was clothed for falls’ brisk air, with a jacket to keep her warm

The surrounding chill began to reveal itself in fury; shadows quickly outran the reach of the sun

The forest was still somewhat illuminated; the diminishing daylight was masked by the tall trees

So she naively held no fear within her heart that darkness soon would be


Throwing stones as big as her small hands, hearing the hollow clunk and delighting in each splash

She felt so much joy and contentment, while in perilous solitude she continued to laugh

Then as if in an instant, darkness consumed the shelter of day

And fear began to invade her once safe youthful play


She looked around in all directions; she knew not which way to go

Frantically she tried to maneuver the wooded maze crying out in search of home

Yet no one could hear her cries, as she was deep in the forests’ core

She was weary and fell to rest upon the foot of a majestic oak beneath the stars


Suddenly she heard a sound, frightening and unfamiliar

She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see a large, obscure figure

It looked just like a horse at first, but it was surrounded by light, and had a horn

Could this be, she thought to herself, my own fairy tale unicorn?


She stood up tall and unafraid with outstretched hands toward this beautiful being

And when she touched it, she knew a warmth and peace of which she’d never dreamed

The unicorn gently settled to the ground and invited her to follow

And that little girl curled up close, and stayed warm until morrow


She fell into a restful sleep enveloped by safety, with uninterrupted dreams of beauty, and love

Once she awoke, the unicorn was gone, but never the memory of


After a panicked search her parents found her alive and well

And she could not contain her delight as she shared her enchanted tale

Met with disbelief she nourished her gifted secret within her heart

Her hands touched faith manifested that night, and with that touch doubt fell apart


Angels, unicorns and the like were more than just characters in stories she was read

Confined no more to pages, they activated a child-like belief she’d hold forever in her stead

Beings described as myths, fantasies known only in dreams and stories

Came alive in vivid brilliance the night she was lost in that forest


No one could prompt her to lose faith in things unseen

She knew the hope of realized imagination; she knew the wakened dream

They were as real as the sky was blue and as warm as the flaming sun

And to this day, all grown up… she still believes in unicorns…


©E.D. Allee

February 28, 2012

THE GREAT VIVIAN… One of my sweet nieces

vivian from behind pic monkey

Everything is new to me

I want to touch, taste, and feel everything I see

Hello fan, twisting round and round; I love to look at you go

And my small red and white polka-dot box… how I love you so

The glow worm that brightens and sings while on the changing table I lay

And let’s not forget my favorite star… please never go away

I sit on my blanket and I scoot, scoot, scoot

My legs know only kicking right now, but one day they’ll splash in rain boots

The pots and pans hanging from the ceiling are monkey’s mom says

I believe her, because let’s face it, I don’t now what either thing is

When I am cuddled in mom’s arms and nestled against her chest

I feel so safe and protected, not so bad, my world is

The angels I see around me comfort me and make me smile

And because of the prayers of loved one’s, they’ll be with me my many miles

I’ll continue to grow and get stronger every day

Watch me as it happens; please don’t look away

Before you know it I’ll talk back to you and let you know what I think and feel

For now, mommy, just hold, love, and sing to me; say you always will

Keep reading me the books I love in that sweet and comforting voice

And know when I look up at you and smile, my heart really does rejoice…

©E.D. Allee

August 24, 2006

pic: my collection

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